Shake it Off

When I was in high school, I was pretty much a genius. Everything came easily to me, and I could pass all the APUSH, Biology, or Physics test that came my way without giving them much thought. It's strange watching my sister struggle through her tenth grade chemistry work, and I've never been able to understand how some people just don't get english. Nowadays, frustration always seems to be by my side during class. I'm having a lot of trouble focusing on anything; and even though I can't tell if it's lack of passion for the subject or random bouts of ADD that have got me skipping lectures and shrugging off homework assignments, I can definitely say I'm one bad college student. 

I guess I'm not out answering booty calls or snorting coke. I'm not even tagging buses or getting chased on streetcorners like some of my friends are.. I'm just not really doing anything.

When did I become so lazy?

I had my first final of the semester today. I promised myself all last week that I was going to study all weekend, because my last bout of the flu had me absent from three classes in a row, and alot of the final material was then lost on me. So, friday rolls around, but by the time I get off work, I'm too exhausted to do anything but go to bed. Saturday I got off early, only to be greeted by a drunk text from my Mini-Me as she was kicked out of her high school dance for puking while waiting in line. Needless to say, I was too busy trying to cover that up to start hitting the books. So, on sunday, even though I was totally determined to try and teach myself some Meteorology, I didn't wake up until way after noon. Having to be at work by 5, this left me very little time to do anything more than get ready and dilly dally. 

So I get back to my apartment at eleven and take out all my stuff. SOMEHOW, I managed to waste TWO HOURS doing I don't even remember what before I actually open my books and start perusing my notes. I probably got a good half hour in, before nearly falling asleep at the kitchen table and deciding I should just go to bed.

In the end, the final was a mess. Not a total disaster, but a mess. I'm not really sure how to feel about it, because the last time we had a big test I thought I failed, I ended up scoring an 80. Hot Metr Professor, who I at one time had a very small crush on, gave me tons of extra points for the stupidest things: correcting his spelling, attempting the problem with totally backwards logic, and drawing a correct picture but explaining it completely wrong, to name a few. So, this time, I drew little illustrations on the sidelines of the pages, hoping to at least make him smile. People are always more lenient when they're smiling. 

I read in Cosmo that if you get pulled over for speeding, the best thing to tell the cop is that you really need to use the bathroom. This might make him laugh, and understand your urgency. Speeding is definitely one thing I need to cut down on... But I was voted Biggest Procrastinator, and it seems as though I'm ALWAYS late for something, so... Hm.

But anyways. One final down, three to go. The next two shouldn't be so bad, and hopefully my ego won't be too bruised by my final meteorology grade.