Day eight of college. Sitting alone in the classroom, waiting for the other students and teacher to arrive.

Listening to The Story from Grey's Anatomy, trying to keep quiet as the other classes go on.

Have a huge pimple on my nose, hating the fact I find it all hilarious. Coming to class an hour early, waiting for everyone else, and enjoying the quiet me time.

While every other student goes in and out of the buildings, I walk in the sun, enjoying the warm while it lasts.

Winter on its way. I am overdressed. Fall stop being warm.

I don't know what I just did there, in the class I find myself enjoying things I never thought possible. Learning myself and knowing, I don't care. I don't.

Yes, there is a part of me who is terrified of everything around me, but I KNOW I can do this.

I know what I want to do, I just have to find the path worth traveling. It's not the destination in life, it's the journey. What you do to get there, it matters.

Walking this classroom, and the walk to the building, I know I want to write, I want to make a difference.

I was the first one to be thought of when it came to a scholarship! I have so many cheering me on! Tuesday, I went to a awards ceremony, and got three.

I never gave many things too much thought, but looking back on my life, my journey, I don't want to stop. I want to keep going and find true joy in what I'm doing.

I wish I brought my computer to work on some of my books, but I'm glad I am FINALLY doing this. I had the thought since before I started college.

It's not so bad, once you think about it. It's a journey of a higher education, and the things you learn, it's priceless. It will stay with you, even if you don't want it to.

I'm just pacing and typing, but my thoughts are racing. In a good way.

I recently read someone saying to their college professor, "I am a writer." It was after he asked, "So, you want to be a writer."

At that point in the student's life, she had already wrote so many pieces. She ended up becoming a writer. She knew what she wanted to be.

My dad always says, "there are so many starving artists out there." He says this to my artistic sister, mostly.

Yes, there may be artists out there not making too much, but what he doesn't know is that if you plan it right, you can live as a artist, a singer, a actor, and most importantly, a writer.

He thinks that with his many diplomas, that what he does with science, math, and technology isn't the same as what a artists does.

He thinks everyone can live on a salary like his, but he says we're poor. I never really grasped that I might be richer than any of my friends!

If you want something so bad enough, you will find a way to get to it.

I'm going to take an English class next semester, and that will really start my path.

I'm thinking of volunteering with animals, and the environment. I really want to make a difference with these two areas.

It's after 2:30, and no one is here yet. I rambled on for quite awhile. Oops...XD

I don't care if someone comes in to see me on my phone and pacing, seemingly listening to music and texting!

I'm happy and class hasn't started, this is my time. People think entering a building and exiting it, makes you a different person. Say you went into school and you acted like a jerk, but at home you were sweet with your younger sibling.

A place doesn't define you, the person you want to be does.

I really just want to start singing out loud, but I'm afraid one of the other classes might hear me.

Finally, another student!

I feel like I'm going to get a lot of messages and comments once I publish this.

Anyway, teacher's here. Got to go!

Talk to you all later!

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: October 17, 2016.

Edited: on my phone! Sorry for the mistakes! XD