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Famous Last Words: Trying to Catch Up

Oof. That is all I can say at this point. I am currently writing this post in between classes trying to get back some of the many points I have already missed in this class. Even though I do not mean for it to be, this class often falls last on my priority list. It is definitely the most assignments in a class that I have this semester, even though none of them are difficult or too time consuming. I am a senior and am just now willing to admit that I have terrible time management skills. When something is not due, I tend to put it off until I have to do it. There was a moment last week where I went to the library with the intention on getting work done, but because nothing was actually due the next day, nothing got done.

Each week I have missed at least one of the readings, and one week I even missed both. I say in my head that I am a slow reader so I never feel like I can read that many pages in hour or so that it says it should take. Rather than buckling down and actually doing it, I get annoyed and purposefully do not do it. I am lucky that this class has so many extra credit opportunities because if not, I may have lost my chance at an A already. I think subconsciously the extra credit is also a reason why I have neglected some assignments. Feeling like it I have that options makes me feel like "oh I will just do extra credit to make up for it." That is not a good way to look at this course though. I really do enjoy this course and if I start making the most of little moments like this, I can make those points back easily.

I was tempted to just get on my phone for an hour and play games, but I decided to start typing on my blog so I can come back and hopefully get ahead. This post may seem all over the place, but once again it is because of poor time management. I had an exam about 30 minutes ago and did not start studying till the day before. I was awake until 4 am last night thinking that was a good idea. I am exhausted an know I am going to have a rough rest of the day. A nap is in my future.

(Cat Nap. Source: Pixabay)

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