I'm a spaz.
Anyone who has known me for any significant period of time, has quickly realized that I'm all over the place!
I was asked today, "Can you ever do one thing at a time?"
The answer is No. I can't.
Mind you, this is when I'm in peak season. I easily could go back into my cocoon of TV watching and doing nothing at all - those times are special to my heart.
Why does this happen, you ask? Because I go hard or I go home (to watch TV in my cocoon of TV watching and doing nothing at all)
Historically, I do better when I have more going on. I feel like this is the way humans are.
When you have so much to do, that you cannot sit down for one second to think - you don't sit down for one second to think. Therefore you're constantly doing something productive - and getting things done.
On the other hand, when you have time to sit down and think - you do just that. You sit down and think... And in my case - I think about random nothing-ness, that makes me very un-productive.
For instance...
After the spring of last year, while I was navigating my way through my first few months of managing others at work, planning a wedding, and two ridiculously hard classes (with confusing and unnecessary group projects, of which 75% of my team mates had zero net intellectual value - I was actually surprised they graduated high school let along were in upper level under-grad courses). The classes required a little more attention than I was willing to provide. Forget the whole - raising a child and maintaining a household - that's a whole other thing. Regardless, I was exhausted.
I decided that I needed to finish school. Come hell or high-water - I was not going to go another summer, dreading Fall.
I talked to my advisor - I said, "Forget the minor crap, how do I finish? I need to finish". She said I could drop two classes that were going towards my minor and I would need to take 6 classes and I would be done.
Huh... 6 classes? I could do that.
Here was the question though, "Three and Three?" "Two and Four?" "Four and Two?" I even considered dragging it out into a two, two, two scenario...
Long story short, I picked 4 and 2. Generally I have always done considerably better in the Fall - it's a shorter period of time, and I have had time off during summer to re-excite my willingness to participate at all.
I graduated last semester with Straight A's (for the first time since I realized that the teacher doesn't always check your homework, in 5th grade).
Logically it makes sense. I had so many classes I had no chance of spending little to no time on the computer. I had to be in here all the time. I just tried to make it interesting and did what I needed to do. In the end - I did well and I actually learned something.
Imagine that! I'm assuming other people normally learn something throughout their entire college career - Not I, said the brown cow. C's get degrees - that's been my motto (thanks Russillo for instilling such good values in me at such a young age).
Through a lot of hard work and a little luck, I'm actually at a place where - it will have approximately zero impact on my current career path, whether or not I ended up finishing school. Degree-speaking that is.
Why did I bother?
I bothered because of the kids. I bothered because of myself. I bothered because of all the nay-sayers who told me that having a kid when I was 20 would ruin my life, or those who said I wouldn't finish.
That's why I bothered.
That's also why I'm having a graduation party in 7 weeks... who's in?
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