Issa Blog

I was definitely going to half-ass this blog post.  It's a Sunday, I'm tired, but then I didn't know how to start mine so I looked at Loujain's (more on her later) and saw that she was posting a bunch of soft stuff so I said screw it.  In this blog I'm going to reflect on my experience in IB and the people in it. So to set a basis, Freshman and Sophmore year I had like no friends. I had like eight, but I didn't really have classes with them or lunch with them so I kinda minded my own business.  I remember freshman year I didn't know anyone so I just sat with another lonely guy and didn't talk to him (his name was Weston and he's actually super cool).  Like when I met people in IB they asked me if I had transferred schools because they had no idea that I was a person before Junior year.  When I signed up for IB I was pretty much only doing it so that I could have a microscopic chance of getting into UNC and not letting down my parents who both wen...

HA, you would have thought I'm doing this blog post.  I still haven't used my freebie for this semester so I'm going to use it here. I had every intention of doing this blog post.  However, due to my third grade cursive education being basically useless, I could not understand anything in the notebook, even with the descriptions. I'm also just lazy. (This is what you get when you google 'white people face')