I am a 27 year old Cal Poly student. I sacrificed my education at an early age to party, except I sucked at partying and I have anxiety issues around big groups of people! I guess I made a bad choice.
Well I am going now, so get off my fucking back about it, alright. My mother taught me the value of an education, so whether I am 28 or 68 when I graduate, i'll have that precious piece of paper, so there!
After 8 years, I finally declared a major; journalism. Why? It was the slip of paper I pulled out of the hat. God hates me apparently.
I'll probably add more to this later, but I can't be bothered right now. So toodles!
