Part 2: College

At this point, I have too much that I could lose if I continue to obsess over the same situation. I know that my uncle was killed, and eventually I will find out what my family is hiding and why, but for now I have to focus on passing my seventh semester of college. I made a promise to not only my mom, but also to my uncle and myself. Just like I can always tell when someone is lying, I can never break a promise that I make to myself. I am not that type of person.

January came around a few days after I decided to move on. I thought to myself, "January is going to be a shit month. I have the hardest possible classes that I could take. My abilities still have not even appeared. I can't find the love of my life." That last thought was the most important one to me at the time. Even though I am one thousand five hundred years old, I do not look a day over 21 human years. My mind was always focused on getting a woman that could be like my father. I want a woman that will be there for me, a good support system that can be the and help me.

School has always been the hardest thing for me. I have never been able to fully understand a concept until the teacher moved on to the text concept. It has been like that ever since my dad put me in school. "I have the potential to destroy anything that I want. Why do I have to go to some backwater planet for something as stupid as school?," I would say to my father each day that he took me to school. My father would always respond with the same three responses, "School is very important. It prepares you for other situations that you may face in life" or "I understand why you might dislike school, but it is a great way to meet new people and make new friends" or, my favorite, "You are going to school because I am the one paying for it. You have to attend because I am not going to be wasting my money like that." The last one was my favorite one because it was actually the real answer, and I love real.

Today I have grown to enjoy school, even if it is for a short period of time. I met this one girl that makes it easier to handle. I just hope that it doesn't backfire on me later.