What I hate the most is not bugs. It’s not losing. It’s not even democrat ideals, although that may surprise most of you. What I hate most is awkward silence. When I was in high school I was a very shy guy. Don’t get me wrong I had plenty of friends and a lot of people liked me. However, I was very quiet at a lot of times. I am not usually one of those people who can keep talking and talking, I usually have to be goaded to be open. It is one of the most annoying, not the mention the most frustrating, characteristics about me. Because it is so hard for me to open up sometimes and talk there is usually that dreaded awkward silence. Those scenarios happen all in often in my life and the fear of it recurring holds me back from a lot of things.
What I love the most is volleyball and my brother Brian. I won’t delve into volleyball because most people play sports and understand why I love it so much. But my brother, he is something else. Brian is by far the weirdest and funniest person I ever met. He never fails at making me laugh, even if I really don’t want to. I heard stories from my parents, and I remember vaguely, how they could never punish him as a kid because he never took them seriously and would just laugh whenever they tried. Not in a malice full fashion like, “You can’t possibly punish me.” Just in a way that he wholeheartedly thought it was funny. I miss him the most while I am here at college.
I live at the dorms now and it’s great. There are lots of cool people, in a good area, and right down the street from Little Italy which is any Italians’ dream. Classes are pretty good, no complaints. Can’t stay awake in Anthropology, but every other class is good. I am slightly worried down the road though because when volleyball starts up I will lose a lot of time and might be overloaded. I would have to practice every day except Saturday or Sunday for several hours every day. I’m just concerned that when classes get more difficult next semester, which I am predicting they will, I might not be able to keep up with my work. But that will work itself out another time.
The most important to me is not being a jerk to people. Messing with people is one thing, which I thoroughly enjoy doing. Being a jerk is something a whole lot worse. When I was in middle school and high school all around me there were jerks. People who made fun of those less fortunate than themselves. People who acted arrogant and treated people poorly as a result. People who ruined teachers classes and were cruel to the teachers themselves. I have also been a victim of these activities. I know what you are all thinking, “How can this tall guy have possibly been picked on?” I was the only Freshman pranked on Freshman Friday. I also stopped a bully picking on one of my friends and instead drew their jeers at me. Jerks suck. I want to make sure that I never come even remotely close to being one.
