I Graduated from UCLA (and got dumped by a guy)!!!

Hey y’all! How are you guys doing? My life this past week has been pretty ordinary… eating, sleeping, studying, doing laundry… oh, and get this—I GRADUATED FROM UCLA!

Commencement was this past weekend. My parents drove down to LA on Thursday and attended my Friday and Saturday commencement ceremonies. Friday was the College of Letters and Sciences ceremony (the one people pre-game and drink before), while Saturday was the psychology department one (where you actually get to walk). It definitely was a time of great celebration and joy, and I’m honestly still processing it all!

So how have my first couple days of post-grad life been treating me, you may well ask? Well, in all honesty, it got off to a pretty rough start. Last night, I got “dumped” by a guy I had been seeing for a few weeks. That’s actually the topic of my blog today. My experience of being dumped.

Let’s call this guy “Ben”. He’s a PhD math student at UCLA, and I met him at a bar in Westwood a couple weeks ago. We hit it off and saw each other on and off for the past fortnight, and I honestly was starting to like him a lot.

Then, last Wednesday, I met up with him, and he told me about a past girl in his life who had just returned to LA. I was a little shaken, upon hearing this, but he reassured me that it was “no big deal” and a complete “whatever”. So I brushed it off. That night, we made plans to meet a few days later, on Saturday night. Sounds good, right?

Come Friday morning at 2am, I texted him to confirm our meeting for the following day. He replied, “yea, definitely”. Saturday at 6pm, however, he texts me and says, “Hey, can we actually reschedule? I partied too hard last night and feel like death right now.” I thought that was totally sketch and was pretty disappointed, but I simply replied, “Hey, no worries I hope you feel better! Let me know when you want to reschedule!” And that was that.

Sunday night, my friends and I continued our celebratory activities at Rocco’s Tavern. When I walked in, I saw Ben sitting alone at the bar. So I approached him. Except this time, instead of smiling and greeting me warmly, he stayed at his seat, looking completely aloof. I said hi to him, and he greeted me back with a lukewarm, half-hearted wave. At this point, I had already suspected something was up. The past few days, he had been texting me less and less frequently, and when I told him that I graduated college, he merely replied, “oh hey, congrats!” So I knew something was wrong. My suspicions were confirmed when I started talking to him last night. He wasn’t making eye contact with me, and did very little talking. Somehow, we got onto the topic of the girl from his past who had resurfaced in his life. Long story short, he basically told me that he preferred her over me, and was going to choose her. Humiliated, I bade him a heartbroken farewell and left the bar, in tears.

So that was last night. Today was really rough, as all first days after heartbreak are. But, I’m happy to say that with the help of supportive friends and family, I’m ending the day doing alright. Ben is just one fish in a sea of many. And honestly, it’s his loss that he chose her over me. I’m sure she’s a great gal… but he definitely missed out all I had to offer. Lol.

I’m about to head to bed, so I will talk to you all later. Just thought I’d share my experience. I’m still hurting a little right now, but I know I will be okay.

 

 

 

 

 

XOXO,

Belicia

Life Update 5/28/19

Hi everyone! Long time no talk! How’ve you all been?

Life these past couple weeks have been… hard. Motivation is at an all-time low, and I’m not doing as great in my Chinese class as I’d hoped. Worried about keeping my 3.8 GPA up, I am currently waking up at 5:00am every day to study for a few hours before class. After class, it’s straight to the library for another study session. It’s the grind before finals, and I absolutely hate it. But I have no other option but to do well, so I must grind away.

Another reason why these past couple weeks have been difficult is because my moods have shifted to a low. I think stress is a trigger for my depression and anxiety, and I’ve been taking on a lot of commitments beyond schoolwork. I recently wrote an article on ballroom dance legend and UCLA alumnus, Victor Fung, and published it a few days ago. The article has gone viral in the ballroom dance community, garnering over 6,000 views thus far. My heart is so very full because of the article’s success, and I am so glad that Victor’s story was able to inspire so many people, particularly young dancers worldwide. However, I encountered a lot of stress trying to meet my hard deadline in submitting the article. Moreover, I’ve been preparing for my numerous post-grad jobs, getting all the paperwork filled out and attending new hire trainings. Finally, I am continuing to run my club, Bruin Burlesque, which, while fulfilling, is also a lot of work. Sometimes I need to remind myself to slow down and take time for myself. Yesterday was Memorial Day, and in addition to honoring veterans who have honorably served our nation, I took the holiday as an opportunity to recuperate. It was a great day– in the morning, my best friend and I went to the beach and chilled there for a couple hours. My only qualm was the fact that a giant piece of tar got stuck on my shin, and it took a long time and copious amounts of baby oil to remove the sticky substance. After the beach, I went to Sawtelle with some other friends to eat some good food for lunch. At 3:30pm, I had a 30-minute tutoring session– this time, I was the student! My friend Izzy is fluent in Chinese, and she has agreed to tutor me for the final exam. At 4:30pm, my friends and I watched the live-action version of Aladdin. I honestly loved the movie so much. Beautiful soundtrack (give the song “Speechless” a listen, I promise it won’t disappoint) and brilliant choreography. The movie is a must-watch for lovers of musicals and performance arts. Naomi Scott and Will Smith killed it as Jasmine and the Genie. The actor who played Aladdin was not bad, either!

What else has happened these couple weeks? Ah. Regents’ Scholar Society end of the year banquet! It was only these past two quarters that I’ve gotten more involved in RSS, first through SPIEL, and then through the Inter-UC Conference. At banquet, the RSS board members gave toasts to individual members. I received a toast from my friend Irena, and honestly, I was so moved. Irena was my coordinator for the Overnight Stay Program back when I was a senior in high school, so I’ve known her for quite a while now. Her words really resonated with me, and I am forever grateful to have met her. For superlatives, I earned the award for “Best Splits”. At the Inter-UC conference, which is a two-day event where Regents’ Scholars from all the UC’s gather for a day of fun activities, the group of UCLA students took their group picture, and I decided to show off in the front and do the middle splits! Hence, “Best Splits”.

This Thursday, I will be hosting my graduation party, cleverly named “Bye Belicia” (it’s a spin-off of the popular meme, “Bye Felicia”). The party will be a lot more low-key than my birthday party. It’ll take place on the rooftop of my apartment building. There will be food, drinks, and dancing! A last hoorah of sorts, before I graduate and transition to post-grad life.

Alrighty guys, it’s currently 6am. I’m sitting inside Peet’s Coffee, sipping on my iced mocha and munching on my sausage and egg sandwich– both of which I bought from Starbucks. Lol. I’m feeling a lot better today, and I’ve learned that the best way for me to stay stable is take it one day at a time, and try my best to stay positive. I mustn’t anticipate the next mental breakdown, because that will just fill me with anxiety and dread. My medications have been working to keep me stable, which is good.

I’m going to head to the gym right now. I’ll talk to you guys later!

 

 

 

XOXO,

Belicia

T-Minus 1 Month Until Graduation!

In exactly one month and four days, I will be walking across the commencement stage in Pauley Pavilion in what will be the culmination of three difficult but beautiful years at UCLA. My time here was short, but the amount of personal growth I experienced was exponential. I can’t possibly express how grateful I am to have spent my most formative years at such a wonderful university, surrounded by some of the smartest, kindest, bravest individuals I have ever met. My time here has not been easy, nor did I expect it to be. College, especially these days, is meant to push young people. Hard. But it is through this pressure than we grow strong and resilient, and learn the skills vital for our success in the real world.

How do I feel right now, you may ask? To be honest, I don’t think the gravity of my decision to graduate early has hit me quite just yet. Bear in mind, I made this decision two weeks into spring quarter. I did not come into this academic term expecting that it would be my last. The decision has been made, however, and I continue to stand strongly behind it. As amazing as college was, it was also a volatile, tumultuous time, and I’ve faced some of the darkest days and lowest lows, here at UCLA.

It breaks my heart to say this, but UCLA’s mental health services are subpar, at best. I did not receive the help and treatment I so needed, during my hardest days. I am not blaming any one individual in particular—but I do blame the institution for not providing adequate funding for its Counseling and Psychological Services. We need more counselors who are equipped to help college students deal with the unique stressors that characterize university life. Otherwise, students will continue to suffer in silence while awaiting that therapy appointment they scheduled, one month earlier.

But enough of my tirade on the inadequacy of UCLA CAPS. That’s a discussion for another day. In terms of my academic life, I’m honestly just trying to graduate, at this point. My motivation to study is at an all-time low. Zero. I know, it’s so bad. I’m taking such a light quarter, too—my last GE, a Chinese class, and a 2-unit career development seminar. So, two-and-a-half classes. I didn’t perform as well as I normally do on my midterms, and that is to be expected. As I transition out of post-grad life, I’m spending more time looking for jobs than I am studying. But I need to remember that, as close as I am to graduating, I am still a student, so I have to continue acting like one.

In terms of jobs, I went to an interview yesterday for a position as an off-ice stretching and dance instructor at the esteemed Toyota Sports Center, a figure skating rink in Los Angeles home to many Olympians. I am happy to say that I was hired on the spot, and they are paying me a decent starting rate. If things work out there, I may extend my stay in LA to at least the end of summer. I might also be starting a job as a dance fitness instructor at UCLA’s school gym. So that’s two jobs lined up already.

Goodness, it’s already the end of week 6! Only four more weeks to go, and then finals. Finish line is in sight. It’s the last 0.2 miles of the marathon. I look back on my college experience, and a part of me thinks, “How did I do it?” I worked hard for my 3.8 GPA—yes, I know it’s not the best GPA out there (shoutout to all my 3.9+ pre-med friends) but given the series of mental breakdowns I had along the way, I am surprised my GPA had a fighting chance of surviving. So yes, I am proud of myself. I have pushed myself time and time again to the breaking point, and every time I’d hit a wall, I’d take a moment to recuperate, then get back up and find a way around it. I’ve made some amazing friends, which is more than what I could say of high school Belicia. I’ve come a far way out of my former shell and matured so much these past three years. This is the magic that transpires during college. It sneaks up on you and is the result of an infinite number of moments… beautiful, difficult, scary, tragic, happy moments… all of which come together to make you, you. You blink your eyes and the next thing you know, it’s three years later, and you are not the same person you were then. At least, that is the hope, right? My biggest fear is to remain stagnant. It would be a huge travesty if I came out of college the same person as I was, going in. I think we as humans need to strive for continual growth and learning. Be lifelong learners. Push yourself out of your comfort zone, each and every day. And boy does college push you out of your comfort zone, in every way possible. But I promise you, the view is incredible when you’re sitting on the edge of fear.

Alrighty, folks. Gonna end this post here. Need to get back to studying—or, rather, get started. Lol. I’ll talk to you all soon!

 

 

 

XOXO,

Belicia

Bel’s Post-Grad Plans!!!

Hey guys! It’s been a couple days since I dropped the bomb about my decision to graduate from UCLA a year early. Since then, I’ve received an outpouring of support from friends and family about my difficult decision. Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me along this crazy journey and have exhibited nothing but love and support as I navigate my way through life.

So, your next question may be, what am I to do, after I graduate?

In all honesty, I don’t have a clear-cut plan yet. I have a general idea of what I want/need to do. First and foremost, I need to get the bipolar disorder under control. Learn coping mechanisms and identify triggers and figure out a lifestyle that will allow me to function at maximum potential, while keeping the bipolar at bay. My psychiatrist in LA has already linked me to an intensive group therapy program for when I move back to NorCal. Until I get my mental health in order, forget about career plans and ambitions. Health comes before all else. If I am not healthy, I cannot possibly function at maximum potential.

So the main focus of my gap year is to heal and get mentally stable. During this time, I will fill my life with things that make me happy and give me purpose, including writing, dancing, figure skating, acting, reading, and spending time with family. I must be careful not to overload myself with activities, though, because the whole point of this gap year is to heal mentally, not spread myself thin across a million different activities.

In terms of work and making money, I have a couple options. I plan on starting a small essay-editing business, geared towards high school students applying for colleges. I already have several parents of high school juniors asking me to help their kids with their college essays, so that’ll be a good way for me to utilize my writing skills whilst making a bit of money on the side.

In addition to tutoring, I plan on becoming a dance fitness instructor. In a couple weeks, I’ll be getting my certification as a LaBlast Dance Fitness instructor. LaBlast is a fitness program created by former Dancing With the Stars pro, Louise Van Amstel. It’s basically like zumba, except more ballroom dance focused. I took a LaBlast class about a month ago, and really enjoyed it! Becoming an instructor will be a great way for me to share my passion for ballroom dance in a fun, healthy way with the general public. So that’s another thing I’ll be doing, when I get back home.

Finally, I plan on reuniting with my rhythmic gymnastics community and working as a gymnastics coach at a local gym. I also plan on getting my judge’s certification and becoming a gymnastics judge! All very exciting things to come.

I don’t know if I will be taking a single gap year, or perhaps two/more gap years. Depends on how things work out. But my ultimate goal is to earn my PhD in sports and performance psychology, and work with athletes and professional performers on mental toughness coach, teach coaches and mentors more effective and less abusive ways of coaching students, and chip away at the mental health stigma that surrounds mental health in the world of sports.

I am truly excited about graduating in seven short weeks. Can’t believe college has flown by. Freshman orientation feels like just yesterday. Truly.

Alrighty, guys, gonna go back to studying for my two midterms next week! Take care!

 

 

 

 

 

XOXO,

Belicia

Big Life Decision: Doing What’s Best for Me

Hey guys! It’s been almost a month since my last post. I apologize for being AWOL as of late. I’ve missed talking to you guys, but my life this past month has been riddled with chaos and mental illness, so I needed to take time off for myself.

My psychiatrist had me on a regimen of medications that unfortunately wasn’t working well for me. That, coupled with the immense stress of academics and running my own dance club, was enough to send me spiraling. It all came to a head two weeks ago when I broke down crying over the phone, while talking to my mother (if you knew me, you’d know that I don’t cry very easily). I felt so deeply depressed and dissatisfied with everything about myself– my looks, my body, my inability to control my moods and get a grip on the bipolar disorder. It didn’t matter how much I had achieved in the past. In that moment, I felt hopeless… as if everything in my life was out of my control… I felt powerless. I am a huge dreamer and have always wanted to achieve so much, but what of the follow through? My plans always get derailed by the onset of a depressive or hypomanic episode. I’ve always prided myself on not letting my mental illness hinder me from achieving everything I’d envisioned for myself. Two weeks ago, I realized that I could not longer just ignore my bipolar disorder and act like it wasn’t a big issue. I would need to make some adjustments in my life to accommodate my illness and avoid the triggers that send me over the edge.

So, in a concerted effort to prioritize my mental health, I have made a major life decision that I think I am ready to share with you all.

I have decided to graduate a year early this June, with a B.A. in psychology. No more staying another year at UCLA and picking up a minor. That was the original plan. But after discussing my condition extensively with my psychiatrist, I realized that the immense stress I face at a competitive university is a huge trigger for my mood shifts. To really get my bipolar under control, I need to go through intensive therapy and focus my energies solely on my mental health. I need to be home, where access to therapy is much more convenient (no need to spend money and time on Uber rides to the off-campus psychiatric clinic). Moreover, I’ve found that being close to my family gives me stability, support, and comfort, and helps ground me in reality. As much as I love my friends at UCLA, I need to leave behind the lifestyle of partying and drinking that is ultimately detrimental to my mental and emotional well-being.

Of course, there was the option of taking a leave of absence from UCLA, and returning to school in the fall. But because I am only a few classes away from graduating, it made more sense to me to stick out one more quarter and bring my college chapter to a close. Plus, I didn’t want to rush my recovery process. You can’t impose a deadline on healing.

I do not regret coming to college. I’ve grown and matured tremendously, learned so much about myself, and made some truly unforgettable memories. But I have to say, my college experience was hard. Hard, because it came during a very turbulent time in my life, when I was grappling with my new bipolar diagnosis and figuring out how to manage the illness, on top of the million other things consuming my mind– academics, dance, career plans. Bipolar made everything so much more difficult. When I was manic, I’d feel on top of the world. I would take on so many different commitments; make promises to other people that I later wouldn’t be able to keep; forgo food and sleep; and tackle life head-on at the speed of light. A couple weeks later, I’d fall into a depression, and all that passion and fire and energy that ignited my soul would suddenly extinguish. I’d be left with a bunch of projects I’d just begun, but was unable to finish, in my depressed state. I think I let a lot of people down, when the depression hit. I’d cancel plans. Fight each day to maintain productivity, so I could keep my grades up and continue achieving. Living with bipolar is hard. Especially in college, which is a chaotic time in and of itself. To manage my bipolar, I need to be in a stable environment of minimal stress. At least, that’s what I need for the time being, until I have mastered the art of coping and effectively identified my triggers.

Will I miss UCLA? Sure. I’ll miss my friends, who will continue their last year without me. I’ll miss Bruin Burlesque, the dance club I started last winter. There are things I wish I could have done in college, that I wasn’t able to do. But at the end of the day, I need to prioritize my mental health, and I know in my heart that going home is the best thing for me.

Tomorrow, I’ll be speaking on a panel to high school students, sharing the story of my college experience. I will share with them all my struggles and triumphs with the utmost honesty– not in an attempt to scare them, but to let them know that while college can bring the best of times, it can also bring the worst of times. And should the latter come to pass, they need not feel alone. Because we all struggle in college. College pushes us to the edge. But we grow stronger from it.

So I thank you, UCLA, for shaping me into the strong woman I am today. I leave with mixed emotions– gratitude, frustration, relief. In seven weeks’ time, this brief roller-coaster of a life chapter will draw to a close. And I can tell myself, “I did it. I survived what has been both the best and worst three years of my life.” Then, and only then, can I finally release my breath, and commence the healing process.

From Competitive Athlete to UCLA Student

Last night, I watched the documentary “Over the Limit”, which follows Russian rhythmic gymnast, Margarita Mamun, and her difficult path to Olympic gold.

Seeing the kinds of verbal and psychological abuse Mamun endured in training and competition and the crippling pressure she faced in representing her home nation, brought me back to my own days as a competitive rhythmic gymnast. My feelings were mixed.

On the one hand, I felt grateful for my career-ending injury, which took me away from the toxic and abusive culture of high-level competitive sports. As a gymnast, I faced all sorts of verbal abuse from my Eastern European coaches, who utilized punishment as a means of shaping mentally and physically tough athletes.

On the other hand, though, I felt a twisted sort of nostalgia for my life as an athlete. I do not miss being yelled at to the point of tears during training or being humiliated in front of all the other gymnasts and coaches at competition, if I failed to deliver a clean routine. I am glad I left all that abuse behind, six years ago. What I do miss, however, is being pushed to the breaking point— mentally, physically—each and every day. I know, sounds weird, right? Especially for someone who always preaches the importance of caring for mental health. The thing is, in spite of the pain and suffering I endured during my time as an athlete, I went to bed each night feeling accomplished, fulfilled, and proud of myself. In many ways, I romanticized pain and suffering. I believed that the more I suffered honorably, the more success I would attain. I was proud of the person and athlete I was. I had clear-cut goals, and there was nothing more fulfilling than achieving those goals, after so much sacrifice. Sacrifice of normalcy. Sacrifice of health. Sacrifice of well-being and fun. The pain and suffering I endured—it made the fruits of my accomplishments all the sweeter.

I was never the most talented rhythmic gymnast, and I knew the Olympics was a long-shot. My long-term goal instead was to make the USA National Team and represent my country internationally. I lived and breathed this dream, and woke up each morning with purpose, passion, and resolve. I knew exactly what I needed to do to achieve my long-term goal: train hard and stay focused. Life was simple. Every minute of every day was planned out, from the blaring of my 5:00am alarm, to the sweet comfort I felt crawling into my bed at the day’s close, physically and mentally exhausted, but completely at peace with myself.

I was always the hardest worker at the gym. The little girls looked up to me as a role model. Was life easy? No. But in many ways, I was living my very best life, during my time as an athlete. I was focused. I was disciplined. I was committed. Most of all, I was passionate. Every day, I got to live my passion. I loved gymnastics with every fiber of my being, and I poured my heart and soul into my sport.

My passion drove me to push myself beyond all physical pain, and even when the excruciating knee pain that started in 2012 eventually rendered me incapable of walking up the steps of my home, I continued to push. After a certain point, it was too much. At age 15, my knee injury forced me to leave competitive gymnastics.

To say I was devastated was an understatement. I fell into a deep, deep depression, and went through an identity crisis. For a long time, I felt totally lost without my sport. I didn’t know who I was or what my purpose was, without gymnastics. My momentum stopped, and I without a dream fueling my spirit, the fire within me extinguished. I continued to excel academically, as I always had. But school didn’t provide me with the same kind of fulfillment that gymnastics did. I missed training, I missed competing, I missed doing what I loved. My heart cried for something my body didn’t allow.

It took two years for my mind and body to heal from the trauma of the injury. The turning point in my recovery came when I was 17 years old. On Valentine’s Day of 2015, I discovered Latin-Ballroom dance. Never could I imagine that I’d find something that gave me as much fulfillment and meaning as gymnastics did. In many ways, dance is very similar to rhythmic gymnastics. Both are aesthetic, performance sports, allowing the athlete to express themselves through music. Dance, like gymnastics, is both physically and mentally demanding. If one is to succeed as a dancer, one must train and work hard and stay focused and disciplined. In pursuing dance competitively, I found something that rekindled my fire and competitive spirit. Because that is who I am, to the core—a competitor and performer.

Fast-forward to September of 2016, when I came to UCLA for university. I was freshly determined to be a pre-med student whilst continuing to dance competitively. In the beginning, I truly believed I would be able to do both. That I would be able to train 4 hours a day at the dance studio whilst maintaining a 4.0 GPA. I had no concept of limits. I believed that my time as a competitive athlete trained me to be superhuman, and that the rules and constraints of reality did not apply to me. And so, I pushed myself to my breaking point. Again, however, I pushed myself too far. This time, it wasn’t physical injury that broke me down. It was mental burnout. The culmination of 18 years of strict discipline and constant work, catching up to me. I snapped. I fell privy to the myriad of temptations surrounding college culture. I started engaging in vices like drinking and partying. I quit premed and stopped dancing. My grades started dropping. My whole life, I prided myself in being a great athlete and excellent student; a warrior and soldier with an iron will and unbreakable mental strength. The person that now stared back at me in the mirror, was unrecognizable.

I think the worst feeling one can experience is self-shame. After stepping into the underworld, I no longer felt pride in myself. Most nights, I’d tumble into bed, completely drunk, waking up with a pounding headache and little recall of the previous night’s events, and a deep, deep feeling of self-shame and self-loathing. I was a far-cry from the disciplined 13-year-old warrior I used to be. I hated the person I had become.

It is only now, during my third year at UCLA, that I’ve begun to straighten out. I’ve dug myself into a deep, deep hole. I don’t blame anyone or anything but myself. But I’m taking steps to crawl back out. I’ve committed myself to abstinence. I’m getting back into a healthy lifestyle of daily exercise and healthy eating. I’m cutting out the partying. Picking up dance once more. Studying hard. My academic performance these past two quarters have been excellent. Slowly but surely, I am beginning to recognize the person in the mirror—no longer a girl, but a woman. Coming to university opened her eyes to a whole new world. She experienced much and made many mistakes along the way, but in the process, she grew tremendously.

Watching “Over the Limit” brought me back to my roots as an athlete. It reminded me that deep inside remains the passionate fighter I once was. And so, I will fight. I will fight tooth-and-nail to regain my discipline, my work ethic, my integrity, morals, bravery, health. I will apply myself to my new goal of becoming a sports and performance psychologist, whilst continuing to grow as a dancer, writer, and figure skater.

My ten years as a gymnast were difficult. But they were also some of my best years. With that deep pain came deeper joy and fulfillment. Gymnastics taught me so, so much. I will always identify as a gymnast, for that part of my identity is my anchor that brings me back to the right path, when I go astray.

Winter Quarter 2019: Reflection

Hello, dearest friends! It’s been almost a month since I last wrote a blog post. Man. Lots have been going on in my life since I last checked in, on February 26. I took my last final exam on Wednesday and have since been enjoying the start of spring break!

This past quarter has been formative, to say the least. I pushed myself far out of my comfort zone, from running my own dance club, to speaking at a student TED Talk event, to being an assistant choreographer for the school musical! All have been fulfilling experiences in their own right, and together have helped me so much with self-confidence. I’ve said this before, and I will say it again: if you want to live your best life, you must push yourself out of your comfort zone. That’s where true growth begins, and it’s the only way you will recognize what you are really capable of. Is it scary, doing something totally new and unfamiliar? Of course! In the past, any type of uncertainty would scare the living hell out of me. I’ve since realized, though, that it is these moments of not knowing, these moments of blind trust in the process, that we learn the most about ourselves. You know those butterflies you feel in your stomach and the adrenaline coursing through your veins, right before you’re about to do something terrifying? Well, that’s a physical manifestation of personal growth. It feels scary, but it is not something to be afraid of. It’s something to be celebrated. I think a key difference between ordinary and exceptional people lies in the very fact that most people are afraid to take the initial terrifying step out of their comfort zones. It’s human nature to fear uncertainty, and it takes a great deal of mental strength to fight the instinct of comfort. But let me tell you– once you start saying YES to opportunities, you will be greatly rewarded. You will grow along so many dimensions. You will surprise yourself with the things you are capable of doing. Most importantly, you will learn what it means to be self-confident.

So, that’s my little rant on the power of stepping out of your comfort zone. That’s what this past quarter has been all about! Moving on to the next topic– academics. Overall, I think I did very well academically this quarter. I took my last two requirements for the psychology major– Psych 120A (sensation and perception) and Psych 136A (social psychology lab). I also took Chinese 2A for my foreign language requirement.

I did very well in Psych 120A, despite having a subpar professor who didn’t really know what was going on. For the midterm, I earned the second highest score in the class, with a 95.5% (average was 79%). Honestly, I don’t know how I managed to do so well. I had so much going on extracurricularly around midterms season, that I literally had to cram 9 lectures and 8 textbook chapters into two nights’ worth of studying! I know, not my proudest moment. In the past, I’ve never had to cram for exams, because I’d know how to manage my time effectively. This quarter, however, I think I took on one too many commitments, hence the need to cram. I was so worried about failing the midterm that I nearly changed the class to Pass/No Pass, as I did not want to risk ruining my GPA. In the end, everything worked out. I also managed to do well on the final exam, scoring a 94%, despite not attending any lectures since the midterm. Most important of all, I learned a lot about memory and cognition in this class, and found the material surprisingly engaging. I actually gained newfound confidence in my intellect, after doing so well in the class. For the first time ever, I thought to myself, “Hey Belicia, maybe you aren’t as dumb as you think.” Well, you know, maybe I’m just a good test-taker. Either way, I am beginning to identify more as an academic and scholar, in addition to being an athlete and artist. School and learning is becoming a source of great pleasure, rather than a chore and obligation.

Psych 136A was truly a fun class. It was a capstone social psychology lab class, where students conducted their own experiments and captured their findings in a 12-page research paper. I enjoyed how independent students got to be in this class. We formed small groups based on common interest in a particular social psychology topic, and worked with these groups to conduct an experiment. It is a course that’s meant to give undergraduate students a first glimpse into the world of psychological research. Before this class, I had no intention of doing research; now, I recognize the great impact researchers can make via scientific discoveries. Knowledge is power! Of course, I still intend to focus my energies on the clinical side of psychology, working closely with athletes and professional performers in building mental tools to optimize performance under pressure (among other things). But it would be really cool if I could do research on the side, write books about my findings, and maybe even become a professor of sports psychology! And of course, in my spare time, I will continue my passions for creative expression. Wow, sounds like I have my whole life mapped out, LOL!

The third class I took this quarter was Chinese 2A, to fulfill my foreign language requirement. I was so intimidated at the beginning of the quarter about taking Chinese. I had taken the placement test two years ago during my freshman year, and was placed into level 2A (advanced). However, during the span of two years of little-to-no Chinese practice, my skill level understandably declined. When I finally got around to taking Chinese during my third year, my level was no longer that of 2A. I actually went to the professor’s office hours during week 1 and asked her to place me into level 2-regular. She did no such thing, as she believed I could succeed in 2A. So I stuck through it, and though it was a lot of hard work, I managed to do pretty well!

It’s spring break now, and I have many goals laid out to help me stay motivated. I know I haven’t been keeping up with my writing, given my super busy schedule this past quarter. However, writing is something that I can’t live without. I want to experience the world deeply, and it is through constant self-reflection and turning the mirror inwards that I am able to do this. So, this break, I will write at least one blog post every day detailing my day-to-day adventures. I will also continue to build my website, “The Athlete’s Corner”, and share the stories of athletes. In addition to writing, I will get back into my passions for figure skating and dancing. I went to the skating rink yesterday for the first time in three months and skated for a few hours. Surprisingly, I have not lost all my skills! I also will be taking dance classes all around LA and explore styles like jazz funk and heels. Recently, I found a new amateur dance partner, and will commence with the partnership after spring break. I plan on working as a tutor to fund all my expensive hobbies. I also really need to get on the professional development thing– i.e. looking for internships, doing research, building connections with professors, the whole shebang.

Alright, folks! Thanks for reading today’s post. It feels so great to be writing and sharing my life with you all, again! Talk to you tomorrow.

 

 

 

XOXO,

Belicia