Hi, so my name is Shoshanna, but you can go ahead and call me Shanna. I am currently a second year atending CSULB. This past year and a half has seemed to be a never ending roller coaster. I've dealt with what pretty much every young adult encounters. Stepping out of the world you knew into a new much more difficult, yet extraordinary one. College. Growing up I aways watched movies whitch portrayed college as basically one big party! Fraternities. Sororities. Their lavish parties! So, I went through my first semester, rushed (thinking that's what you are supposed to do, right?!) Wrong! Well not entirely wrong, don't get me wrong, I love my letters, and I absolutely love every one of my sisters. but I let my new Greek life get the best of me and I forgot the main reason I was there. School. To get my BA and teaching credential so I can become a future teacher of America. Well, after my first year that didn't look very possible. Also, before I keep going I don't at all blame Greek life, I was going through a lot more at the time! Mini story. In high school I went on a trip to Spain. The most amazing place I have been so far! Well, I met a boy on the trip, I know there's always a boy! But we didn't talk too much on the trip, plus I had a major crush on another boy on this trip (that's another story that isn't necessary). So, when the summer ended senior year rolled around and this boy kinda become like that crush from afar. I know us girls all have them, we fantasise what it would be like if they would even just notice us. Oh and so you know, I didn't have very many frends in high school, not like now! I probably wouldn't even be able to hold even the most minimal conversation. So, no wonder he didn't notice me! But towards the end of the year I started breaking out of my shell . . . and geuss what! He noticed me and we actually became pretty close friends. So, fast forward! He was my first kiss, first everything in that short time before college started! But then things strated going down hill! In my experiences it always does! But I found myself in a derpression which I did not need! I did't want to do my homework, let alone even go to school . . . so I didn't! Wow that mini story was a lot longer than I intended. So, I ended my first year with a 1.9 GPA, on academic probation with the school, social probation with my sorority, not fun! So my second year has come around and I plan for it to be completely different than my first, I have a perpetual desire to succeed . . . in everything!