Freshman year, I could procrastinate with no problem. Things got done- and on time. I never really worried about maintaining an A throughout the year, so I never had to change my procrastination habits.
Sophomore year, I could still procrastinate. Except I found an easy way: No homework at night. Instead, I'd do my homework during my empty first block, and stalk the guy I liked while doing my homework in the same classroom. Creepy, yes. But I'm a bit of a creeper when I like someone. (I can admit it because, honestly, we all kinda get a bit creepy when we like someone. If you are, in fact, NOT one of those people, just shut up. Maybe YOU'RE the one that's not normal!!) And my hardest class was, believe it or not, my favorite class. So, easy peasy.
JUNIOR YEAR SUCKS. I thought I was good at math. Math wasn't ever this hard or impossible to understand! So many places for little mess ups, opportunities for mental math screw ups. Bah! I can feel that Top-Of-The-Class spot slipping... And don't get me started on AP Chem.
However, I think that I'm suppose to struggle. How else will I ever learn? Learn to struggle and make the right adjustments. Except, I'm not making adjustments? I've accepted the fact that I won't be getting straight A's anymore, and that I might barely make it past AP Chem with a B-, possibly lower. I've adjusted in that sense. I haven't adjusted my work habits though.
I feel like I'm trying to diagnose myself. What do I have? What's wrong with me? Did I bonk my head over the summer and knock out all the smart brain cells? Why do I have problems with things I've never had problems with before? WHY AM I SO EASILY DISTRACTED?! I feel like I have to constantly remind myself that I am a student. My priorities as a student are to focus on studying, not looking good everyday for that possible boy who looks at me from afar and wishes I knew his name. Daydreams and thoughts like that kill me! Tiffany, get your head out of LaLa Land and into SAT Prep Land. You have the rest of your life to worry about boys!!!! Way to go Narcissistic Tiffany.
So today, I woke up thinking I had pink eye. I then mildly freaked out, stared at myself for about a minute, and remembered that I have the internet. Googled pink eye and looked at some pictures (one in particular that looked like my eye), and concluded that, I did, in fact, have pink eye.
I then woke my mommy up and told her I had pink eye. She said I couldn't go to school, and I did a happy little dance before I realized that that was a bad thing. She got up, checked out my eye, and told me that no, I didn't have pink eye. I just scratched my eye too hard.
I felt cool anyways, walking down the hallways in my sunglasses. I felt even cooler when I told this one guy I got a black eye and he believed me. But.. later in the day, I took my shades off because my eye wasn't pink anymore, and the guy walked past me. He then called me a liar :(