CONSIDER ME KICKED BY MEGHAN HUNT

Transitioning to college has been hard. I’m not going to try and pretend everything has been perfect, a lot of it actually has been, but DEAR GOD A LOT OF IT HASN’T.  I’m sure nearly all of you have felt the same way at some point so I’ll spare you the in depth analysis – let’s just say it’s been a little wild.  But imagine in the middle of your midterm induced emotional breakdown, your *mastermind* group member tells you that Dr. Friedman said,  “ you need to be kicked.”  Dude… WTF?  Needless to say:  I got pissed.  Instead of stomping up to Friedman’s office and demanding an explanation, I let it fuel my hate fire.  I threw myself into dance team practices in a rage induced tornado of fury.  I got my tilt (^see that thing with my leg, yeah that’s a tilt) with the motivational chant of “guess who’s gonna kick who now?”

 I now go into group meetings with the ambition to come up with something so clever it’s going to “kick” Dr. Friedman’s socks off.  I let my irate attitude inspire my creativity.  Maybe it’s not the healthiest way to think creatively, but it’s worked pretty well for me.  I guess I did need to be kicked, because now I’m pissed and ready to go.