But Ice-cream is fun, Mom!

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Hey again dear readers! 

This post is going to be an elongated version of a prompt given to us in our last class! I am going to write about my earliest memory that I can remember. Let me preface this all by saying that my memory is actually DEPLORABLE.. 

...Like at all times. To the point that you can tell me something, and I may forget five minutes later. I have to write everything down. I like to blame this on the fact that my mind runs a mile a minute, but I am also kind of starting to believe that I just have a small burnt out brain that can only remember so much – who knows. Getting back to the story, I would also like to mention that I am not sure if I actually remember this story myself, or if I'm just remembering a story that my mother or father has told me... but we'll run with it anyway. SO... my first remembered memory was of my father's father feeding me ice-cream as a wee baby. It is the only memory I have of this man because he passed soon after, unfortunately. I remember that the ice-cream was extremely cold (obviously) and green in color... now part of me thinks that it was mint chocolate chip but another part of me is now thinking pistachio.

 Again, who knows? What I do know, is that if someone tried to feed me mint chocolate chip ice-cream this day in age, we would be fighting! I don't like chocolate and I hate even the idea of mint ice-cream. Who even decided to make mint ice-cream a thing? Why does it exist? The inventor couldn't just brush his or her teeth? They have to put it in food too? Gross.  

Like I was saying, the ice-cream was extremely cold and that is about all I remember about the ice-cream itself.. I am pretty sure that is all he gave me. My mom was SPAZZING (as she does about pretty much everything). She didn't want me having the ice-cream in the first place (I guess because I was young and it was too cold?), but my father's dad did it anyway. From what I understand, he was a clown so this would definitely be the expected reaction to anyone telling him not to do anything. His son, my father, was the same way and gave him the go ahead (despite my mother's spazzing). I don't really remember much else besides the laughter of my grandfather and father, and the straight face my mother had. I want to say that we were inside some type of hospital or institution, as opposed to someone's house because I remember bright white lighting and a really clean, minimalist setting. Maybe the walls were cream as I'm imagining, or maybe I'm remembering wrong, or MAYBE this is all a dream? Ok, it definitely is not a dream, but whatever. Thanks for reading, as usual, y'all! 

P.S - I hope someone besides the professor is actually reading my funny words. Also, the illustration of this story through pictures can be found below!

Don't make fun of my stick figures!

Da Intro

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Hey there readers! 

For my first post, I'm going to delve into me as a person and tell a little about myself.

me as a young lad, yeah I know.. I was cute right?

 I'm going to refer to myself as "K." I am a forth year senior here at the lovely (*rolls eyes*) Rutgers University of New Jersey. 

I have two majors - Social Work and Sociology! That puts me at the School of Social Work and the School of Arts and Sciences. How do I feel about school? eh, if I didn't feel like I had to be here, I probably wouldn't be. 

precisely how school makes me feel

Being here at Rutgers has taught me a lot though. I have grown as a person tremendously since I have been here.

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 I have learned to stop assuming the best out of people, and not to be so naive. I have learned that not everyone has the same heart and mind that I do. I have learned my weaknesses. I have learned the importance of networking. I have learned that I am the world's biggest procrastinator, 

and I have learned that the F bus is almost twice as fast as the EE – but both suck from around 4pm till about 10pm. There's more, but I'm sure that will come up in another post haha. Anyway.. back to me I guess. I was born in Cleveland, Ohio (WHOOP!) .. and no I do not know, nor like Lebron James.

I have a strong disdain for that human

 At the age of about three, we moved to Tampa, Florida. Then at some point, I moved to Atlanta, Georgia. THEN, I moved back to Ohio, to a suburb called Beachwood. After that, I moved to Cleveland Heights, followed by University Heights – all suburbs around Cleveland. Thennnn, I moved to Cresskill, New Jersey, followed by Dumont, New Jersey – both are minuscule towns in Bergen county. 

What people see in their heads when I start naming the places I have lived

After graduation, I moved to New Brunswick, New Jersey for school and I have been here ever since. Of all of the states that I've inhabited, Jersey is by far the worst (: The people largely suck.

My opinion hasn't changed since I wrote this in 2015

 I am sure you are wondering why I have moved so often.. Well mostly because of my mom's new marriages or new jobs. It's not hard for me to make friends seeing as though it’s a familiar process, but that does not make me enjoy it any more. More about me, let's see... I have never broken a bone which is a tad surprising considering both how clumsy I am and how weak my joints are. I was a cheerleader for years on end, and I actually miss it. I played Volleyball in middle school and in high school, and I miss that even more. I have a few medals for Track and Field; I was a sprinter. I'm obsessed with anything miniature. I love Netflix. I am extremely intrigued and interested in astrology.. Aquarius gang (WHOOP!). I am easily irritated by little things – like slow walkers, people who do not utilize their blinkers, and people who chew with their mouth open. 

Oh, and I am really bad at creating subjects for blogs (: 

Thanks for reading! Follow me on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/kcierraaaad_

~ K <3