What i am i doing with my life ?

How would you feel if you were sitting in an art lecture, like every other day, studying how to capture pure emotion? An example comes up on the 12 by 12 foot lecturing board, it’s of you , your young 4-5, crying over your died mothers body , surrounded by mass corpse . My name is Alex Potter. I am 19 years old and don’t think i am going to be able to show my face in that lecture hall again. It makes me Cringe just thinking about!! The hole experience keeps coming back to haunt me, I keep getting flash backs of the hole Mortifying event. I am rely considering just dropping out if uni as a hole. I mean just the other week this guy comes up to me in the bar I am working at and starts touching my hair ,  like he’s  never seen anything like it before it was almost as if he never met a black girl in his hole entire life . I rely freaked  me out. i am siting here in a bed sit writing a blog on my life , a blog about me , what am i doing here i need to get out of here, find myself i cant carry on like this !