Awkwardly Introverted

Hey, it’s me from Awkwardly Introverted — just dropping a quick note before I take off tomorrow. Yep, even though probably no one reads this blog 🥺🤣🫠☹️😭, I still want to put it out there because why not? I’ll be off on a little adventure with some other college students and our professors, studying abroad and soaking up new places, new vibes, and all the good stuff. I’m excited, nervous, and honestly a bit overwhelmed — but mostly excited! I’ll miss my usual routine, my cozy bed, and maybe even the chaos of everyday life. But hey, sometimes you just gotta hit pause and explore, right? Summer 2025 will be unforgettable — fingers crossed! 🤞🏾  If you happen to stumble upon this post, thanks for being here! I’ll try to share some cool updates and maybe some pics when I’m back — if only to prove I actually went somewhere and didn’t just disappear into the void. Catch you on the flip side! Stay awesome. ✈️🌍✨ P.S. Hopefully I won’t get homesick after a week like I did in Gree...

Today, the skies opened up and poured everything they had—but no amount of rain could wash away the pride I feel in this moment. ☔️ To my mom: You did it. You walked through storms, both literal and symbolic, to earn that cap and gown. You stood tall—soaked, cold, tired, but unshaken. Watching you cross that stage was like watching a queen claim her crown. I couldn’t be prouder. 👑 You inspire me with your strength, your heart, and your refusal to give up even when the odds (and the weather) were stacked against you. To all the graduates of 2025: Whether you walked across a dry stage or waded through puddles in heels and robes, you made it. 🎓 You pushed through late nights, hard classes, personal battles, and more—only to be met by a storm that didn’t let up. But you kept going. That’s what makes this class unforgettable. You didn’t just graduate—you conquered. ⚡️ Today was messy, wet, chaotic… and still absolutely beautiful. Because today wasn’t about perfect weather—it was about ...

  The air is sharp, biting at my skin the second I step outside. The kind of cold that settles into your bones, making you question every life choice that led you to this exact moment. The world is covered in frost, trees standing like frozen statues, and the wind doesn’t whisper—it howls, demanding attention. 🌬️🌨️ Winter always comes with this eerie silence, like the earth itself is holding its breath. The streets are emptier, footsteps muffled under layers of snow and ice. People move quicker, heads down, wrapped in scarves and regrets, all of us collectively wondering why we haven’t migrated somewhere warmer. 🏔️🧣 Hot coffee ☕, thick blankets 🛋️, and the false promise of warmth from a weak sun—that’s all we have. The heater struggles, the chill seeps through the walls, and suddenly, everything feels like too much effort. Going outside? Only if absolutely necessary. Social plans? Canceled. Productivity? Frozen solid. ❄️😩 And don’t even get me started on walking to class. My ...

  Today was one of those days that left me completely drained. Between morning classes, walking all over campus, a night class, and tutoring, my body feels like it’s been through a marathon. 🏃🏾‍♀️💨 Add my period into the mix, and it’s no wonder I’m shaking from sheer exhaustion. 😵🏾‍💫 Thankfully, no cramps or pain this time—just the heaviness that makes everything feel ten times harder. The night class is worth it, though. My current math professor actually helps me understand the material, and I’ve been passing quizzes and tests. ✏️📚 That’s something I’ve struggled with before, so this class, as exhausting as it is, is necessary. It’s a far cry from my old math professor, who failed me—I saw them today, but I didn’t bother saying anything. 🚶🏾‍♀️💨 Moving forward is all that matters. After such a long day, I tried to relax by playing Sims 4 for a bit (they finally brought back burglars! 🏡🦹🏾‍♂️), but even that felt like too much. By 11 p.m., I was in bed, barely hanging o...

  Alright, so we’re three weeks into the semester, and if you’ve been following my blog, you  know   algebra has been my arch-nemesis. 😤 Last semester was brutal—I struggled, went to tutoring, asked my professor for help, did everything I could, and still got nowhere. My previous professor had this whole   “it’s easy”  attitude, which—spoiler alert—it was NOT. ❌ And to make matters worse, she didn’t believe in extra credit or acknowledging effort. 🙄 Long story short, she failed me, and I had to retake the class. When I met with my advisor, I didn’t care who taught the course as long as it wasn’t her. 🚫 I ended up having to take night classes just to avoid her, but honestly? Best. Decision. Ever. Because this time around, I have Professor Igor, and he’s a game-changer. 🙌🏾 He actually breaks things down in a way that makes sense. 🧠 But the best part? He gives credit for effort. ✅ Participation, homework, helping others—he a...

I did it! After taking the leap to go back to college, I’ve officially wrapped up my first semester. It wasn’t always easy—juggling assignments, exams, and life—but I made it through. There were challenges along the way (looking at you, math class 😒), but I never gave up. Even when things felt overwhelming, I kept pushing forward. Now, I’m one step closer to achieving my goals! This semester wasn’t just about academics—it was also about creativity and growth. For my final exam in mixed media, I created  The Journey of Building My Dollhouse , a project that showcased my imagination and allowed me to experiment with different materials. Crafting a dollhouse is more than assembling pieces and painting walls—it’s a reflection of creativity, patience, and vision. Over the past weeks, I transformed a blank dollhouse into a vibrant, miniature world. From designing tiny details to troubleshooting unexpected challenges, this project has been an unforgettable journey. I wanted my dollhouse ...

December hit hard, bringing a bone-chilling cold that had me second-guessing every decision I made to leave the warmth of my home. One day, the weather was tolerable, and then suddenly, winter swooped in with a vengeance. The drop in temperature is like a reminder that the easy days are over, and it’s time to brace myself for whatever this winter has in store. I’m fully bundled up, but nothing quite prepares you for the slap of icy air when you walk out the door. I’ve been avoiding places like the library on campus because of how freezing it gets. The worst part? When you think the heater will save you, and then it turns on for a minute and shuts off like it’s trying to play some cruel game. I’ve gotten creative—layering up in every piece of clothing I own, drinking tea, and relying on my small personal heater to get me through. I’m fully committed to the layering game now. I’m talking multiple sweaters, scarves, and thermals—practically looking like I’m preparing for a trek to the Nor...

  There’s something about sitting by the water that quiets the mind and soothes the soul. The gentle ripples, the soft light—it all creates a space to simply  be . Hours into my time by the water, I was already immersed in its calming effect, feeling grateful for the peace that surrounded me. But, as often happens, tranquility can be fleeting. Just as I was fully embracing the stillness, a group of loud voices arrived, yelling at the top of their lungs about... well, you can imagine. The noise shattered the calm, reminding me how fragile peace can be when others bring chaos with them. Earlier in the day, I had felt the weight of an early class and the exhaustion from moving between distant buildings. It had already been a busy day, but that moment by the water was my chance to unwind and reflect. I had hoped for a quiet escape, and for a while, I got it. It’s in moments like these that I think about labels—specifically, the label of being an "introvert." It’s a word that fits...

lol this ai pic is so funny 😂  Late Post: Written on November 14, 2024 Today was… something, to say the least. It all started with a brutal math quiz 🧮 ➗ that, for some reason, my professor thought could be done in 20 minutes—without a calculator. Seriously? Twenty minutes to solve problems like: • p² + 11p + 30 = (p + 5)(p + 6) • b² + 8b + 15 = (b + 3)(b + 5) • 36 - 25t² = (6 - 5t)(6 + 5t) These aren’t your basic addition problems—factorizing on paper is a whole other struggle! Tackling them without any kind of help was impossible 🤯. Math class feels like my personal downfall, but I’m powering through as best as I can 💪🏾. After surviving that, I treated myself to some Green Day coffee ☕ and mini tacos 🌮 with a kick! The coffee was heaven—Green Day’s got a way of summing things up with  “American Idiot”  and how we’re living in  “Troubled Times.” Then I went to the library to work… or at least tried to. I ended up people-watching 👀, sipping my coffee, and star...

  Embracing the Cold: Campus Life as Winter Creeps In So, it’s official—fall’s cozy warmth is just a memory, and winter is making an early entrance. ❄️ This morning hit hard: 8:59 a.m., and it was already freezing! 🥶 Not just chilly, but full-on freezing. I threw on my warmest coat with a fur-lined hood, and somehow it still didn’t cut it. Gloves? 🧤 Forget it. They barely make a dent in the cold this year, and it’s only November. I know winter technically doesn’t start until December 21, but it feels like it’s saying,  “Hey, I’m here early. Get ready.” What really drives it home is the empty campus. 🏫 Usually, there’s a lively flow of people heading to class, catching up with friends, or just hanging around outside. But today? Nothing. Just me and the wind! 🌬️ The chill has everyone hiding indoors, and honestly, I can’t blame them. Stepping outside feels like a slap of reality—fall is gone, and we’re deep into sweater weather… or maybe even parka weather at this point. 🧥 ...