Man! I have been out of pocket for a while now. The funny thing is, I haven’t been doing a whole lot of anything to account for my whereabouts. Remember that scene in Back to the Future, where Principal Strickland gives Marty the what for, asking him if he wants to be a slacker all of his life? Yeah, that’s what I’ve been feeling like lately. I guess I’ve really gotten into my groove with school because I actually started doing things that I haven’t done since the semester started. I’m reading. . .for pleasure! Seriously, I burned through an Alice Sebold book and a Janet Evanovitch (love that Stephanie Plum) in like a week! I worked out, twice! I took the week-end off and spent the day in Richmond with my sorority sisters. Ahhh good times! And I had a test AND a quiz this week. Seriously, I was slack-tastic with a capital S. Here’s a snippet of a Facebook message I sent to another friend of mine who is also in school.
Seriously, I feel like the boy who cried wolf when it comes to my school work. Maybe the girl who cried “F” would be more appropriate, though, I haven’t gotten an F since that Bio 101 experience. Before that, the lowest grade I had ever gotten was C in fourth grade math (I’m still devestated).
DH doesn’t even want to hear me bellyache about how much I haven’t studied or how hard the test is going to be. The last two tests I came home completely ticked because I felt that the test questions were not an accurate representation of my knowledge. Yes, I am an overachieving douche. What can I say, I like getting A’s. I can’t sing, I can kind of dance, I’m a passable tennis player, but I don’t do basketball or golf or long distance running. I’m pretty average in a number of things, like playing instruments or being artistically inclined — drawing princesses being the exception *shudder*. What I do know, though, is that I know how to study. Sure, it’s been a lot of pump and dump, but I’m getting the grades I want. Now, I’m finding a way to get the more routine, pre-back-to-school activities back into my schedule.
Can I tell you how good it felt to read a book that had nothing to do with action potentials and the sodium/potassium pump? Sure, I’d been taking the girls to the library, but when I checked out books for myself, I swear I heard my library card humming the opening bars of “Reunited”.
