It finally was happening. I was on the road out of my hometown in Central California. It was as if the two years that I spent being back home- working, getting back on track with college, and above all else- getting the peace and comfort of God- it was all my rehab; a solitary confinement; A type of intervention that exposed the mess I was really in and helped me get things in tune to truly experience LIFE.

Way too much stuff happened this year; so much more in a year than ever before.

In a nutshell: God rocked my world.

I packed everything into my G20; all that I owned and need was packed into that little car. I drove down to San Diego.

Once again I found myself moving into dorms. Unlike the well supervised same-sex regulations and curfews for girl visits that I saw during my semester at TU, I was caught off guard to see guys and girls living together on the same floor and that my dorm room door was right across the hall from the girls restroom/shower area *insert a huge wide-eyed emoticon face HERE*

No doubt that partying and drinking was rampant. Drama and drunkenness was part of the nightly routine. Geez, no way I could mistake SDSU for TU at all. Vastly different schools and I was realizing that I was a different person that I was back in TU. Though there was endless opportunities and invites for me to join this party or to come hangout at some random persons house for beer pong, I was safeguarded from falling into those vices and bad spiritual environments since I knew that God had brought me to SDSU for something bigger and better than that. Back home, God grabbed hold of me and of my life. Now in San Diego, I was undoubtedly sure that He was calling me to find some on-campus organization or club that would connect me with good people whose lives were rooted in God as well…No long after, I had found it…not exactly what I had in mind- but I found it.

Going Greek and pledging Alpha Gamma Omega Fraternity (AGO) was crazy. A slap in the face that I truly needed to put me in my place…LMAO. Trust me when I say that it was all for the betterment of myself. Somehow I got through that Spring semester at SDSU though I was taking around 18 units (6 classes) and pledging AGO. I got nothing less than a B that semester and I didn’t quit pledging; so all was good. That summer I had registered for 15 units of classes- all of them for my International Business major- it sssssssssssssuckkkked. Oh so so bad did it suck going through semester after semester, working my butt off, and not having anytime for a real social life. I s’pose it took me a while to realize that college is more than just taking classes. That its all about the people you meet and making memories with those few special people that will turn into friends that I will have beyond my time as a student. Nope at that time I struggled to breakout of my shell and share life with others. But I needed that summer semester to burn me the heck out and for me to realize that there was something wrong when my life consisted of only classes, studying, working out, aand sleeping;)

The fall semester came and I was like ‘I’m gonna take it down a notch.’ It was during the Fall of 2006 when I actually was able to let people into my life and I found myself opening up…and soon after I left my lame structure and control and dove into the adventurous fun random life that blessed me with people and awesome memories.

All the guys in the fraternity saw me change from that lame pledge and into a funny random junior active. Haha. Before the end of that semester I had been assigned my first lil’bro Darko, went to a Sigma Kappa Date Dance dressed as a pirate, enjoyed my first active banquet, busted out dancing on a walk around for the sisters of ADX, smoked my first cigar, and seriously could not believe at how much my life had changed in less than a year. No longer a lost loner back in hometown territory; I now was free and discovering so much about myself through the blessing of letting others into my life who wanted to only build me up in following Christ.

As far as church went, I still frequented Sunday mass and was proud of my Catholic roots (though some guys in the fraternity were very critical about me being a Christian- I can’t stand that ignorant bs btw) and def had faith in Jesus and nothing else. I still didn’t know what exactly the future would hold- only that I would be studying abroad in 2007 in Chile for a year and hope to graduate the semester after that… No longer did this unknown and lack of complete control make me stress out or give me anxiety like it did before. If you asked me then and ask me know it’s the same answer- you just gotta have faith.