Who Are WE? We're PR3!

Hey, I’m Michael. I don’t exactly know who I am; your guess is as good as mine. I like to argue with people. Does that count as something? But seriously, I can’t tell you anything about myself that won’t be the same a week from now, or a month from now. What I’m trying to get at is, I’m not a normal person, or maybe I’m exactly normal, at least, I don’t think so, I’m always changing my mind and my opinion of things, see? I change; I think we all do, so when you ask me if I know who I am, all I can say is this. Do you want who I am right now? Or the person I was yesterday?
Alright, maybe I’m being a little antagonistic, so, Let me start off as if the question asked me who I was right now. Can I begin? Cool.
I procrastinate chronically. I love getting in fights with people. I love exercising. Think that’s it? I’m not done yet, here’s where it gets complicated. I also hate handing in work at times, (like this, I feel like crap right now), I also hate it when the fights get out of hand, and I absolutely abhor that feeling you get right after you’re done working out, as if the muscle isn’t there anymore. I know, I’m contradicting myself right now, but hey! That’s me, live with it!
Anyway, if you want to know, the only constant in my life may be that I’m a hopeless, hopeless romantic. Honestly, I just realized that that particular characteristic maybe the only constant in my life. My parents even thought I was gay once because I would always write poetry for hours every day to a crush of mine at the time. I’m not, just saying, but you get the point, right? I think that’s my biggest weakness, actually, deep down, I know that’s my biggest weakness. I always end up a complete wreck when things end, so if you notice me being less “chipper!” than usual, than you can probably assume I’ve been dumped.
Oh, and my personal life? I wish I could tell you something that no one else has told you, but I can’t. My life is perfect. My parents are happily married, I’m a middle child in a group of three, yet my mother still dotes on me like I was her only son, and My father’s only vice is that he loves to gamble. (Don’t all fathers gamble?), So, Please, when you tell me a sob story, I’ll throw on a sympathetic look, I’ll try to relate, but really, I can’t. You’ll have better luck at the end of the day with a sociopath. I’m not being cruel, just realistic.
When I saw number three, I laughed. Want to know why? Because Baruch is exactly like my high school, I went to Tech, which explains everything? This means that, at some point or another, I have met, or am going to meet the entire freshman student body. Isn’t that cute? No, not really. I expected a new beginning, my mistake? I figured.
Alright, I’ll get serious. Baruch is definitely going to be different, for one thing, the very act of doing something new means that you’re going to run into new and amazing people. That’s not the case at Tech; everyone you knew was always part of something. So, it’s exciting, if anything, striking a conversation with someone you don’t even know.
Personally, my biggest concerns are that I’ll finally get to like this college, than get swept away for Marine Boot camp or another one of the many distractions in my life. I don’t want to make connections, I get hurt to easily, please try to understand. I also worry that I’ll lose everything, in contrary to the first concern, I don’t want to be a complete outcast, I actually love being social, it’s just the timing and situation, is all. If anything though, rather pressing concern I’ve had contemplated it the idea of actually doing badly in my studies! Trust me, I don’t normally do bad in school, but you can’t help thinking it sometimes, you know? With the sudden change from High school to college must come a changing of systems, from the comfortable Tech system to the (unforgiving?) Baruch system.
Anyway, Did I mention that I’m not coming back next semester? Yeah, I joined the Marines, so I’m going to have to take a three semester break as I try to learn the way of the soldier, or whatever you want to call it. Truthfully though, I want to get the most out of this semester, I hope this semester of college will make me a better person. I mean, I have a major organization problem; I definitely need to work on that. Trust me, you read this, you would know.