Max's Journal Entry 1

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09-17-2009

I have just finished my first week of college. It was interesting to say the least. The first few days I went to my classes without issues. I sat in the back and minded my own business. However, today was different. Not only did the dean give an awful speech in the morning but I joined a study group with people who are probably just as dysfunctional as I am. It started by just a fellow classmate asking me if I want to join him. His name is Abed, he's sweet, but a bit, I don't want to say odd because that's mean. And I'm sure he's been called that a lot before. Anyways, I went with him but the study group was just an attempt for Jeff, another guy in our class, to get with Britta. Britta is really nice. We even exchanged numbers at the end of the meeting. I had figured that I wouldn't have many friends during my four years here, but by the end of tonight I had 7 without even knowing what happened. The only problem is that my sister is also part of the study group.

I haven't seen my sister since her wedding, and we haven't spoken since then. We never really got along in the past and I can't imagine that changing anytime soon. She just always thinks she is better than everyone, and she acts as if that's a reason she can be mean to people. I had heard from Mom that her and Tommy had divorced, I'm not shocked. Maybe this will knock her down a few pegs and she'll be more down to earth. Probably not, but one could hope. I won't lie and say that I didn't wish my sister and I had a better relationship. It was hard growing up because of the age gap, and our clashing personalities, but I have always dreamed of having a good relationship with her. I used to watch Full House growing up and wished that I could be close to my sister like the Tanner girls were. I also wished my Dad was more like Danny Tanner and less like Archie Bunker, but what can you do?

Anyways, I think this could be good. Fun even. I think I have a chance of maybe starting my life over. One of things I looked forward to by coming here was being whoever I wanted. It's my chance to start over and be someone new. Someone better. 

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