On the first night of class, it was made extremely clear that psychology was one mans theory on life. So now I’m able to express my theory on my life, and what I’ve been going through for the past 10 years. I wish I could dodge the bullet of life, but considering the fact my mom was depressed before she died, it’s like life just struck right to the heart of me. Now …showed first 75 words of 471 total…

…showed last 75 words of 471 total…again I had let my problems get the best of me. I tried my best to cling to my hopes and bring those dreams to reality. So I might be able to register for school this term, so what? I will, and I’ll still show them. So what happened in the end? Well I’m here aren’t I? Writing this paper. I’m realizing those dreams I speak and I am showing them.