Updates:



I withdrew from UC Berkeley for the 2nd time a few weeks ago. Here's what happened. I didn't do any homework outside of class. Since there is no homework in polisci classes, that means there are tests and papers. Since I didn't do any work outside of class, put 1 + 1 together and you get a real recipe for disaster.



When I went to my college adviser, I wasn't sure what to expect. I fucked up, what's the plan now was my line. I told this nice lady about my gambling problem and she asked if I ever sought professional help. I said no, and we both agreed it was worth a try at least.



I was really nervous about doing it at first. Am I going to say something I never intended to say? Do I hate my parent's? Am I so in denial I can't even formulate meaningful sentences without weird utterances? I swear this happens every now and then!



The first session was awful. IMO I thought I came out as a complete whack job who only thought about gambling 24/7. Personally, I don't know what the function of therapy is or how therapy sessions are supposed to work. I only know what I've seen from movies like Good Will Hunting, What About Bob? and those 20/20 specials.