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It's a beautiful day and I have skipped Bio in order to do nothing. I have to stop with the laziness and get motivated and start caring again, but it's just so hard. Procrastination is really a kind of drug. You try it once and things don't go too badly, so you do it again. Pretty soon, you're completely abusing it but you don't know how to stop. Imagine if I had embraced procrastination before college. I'm not sure if I would even get out of bed in the morning.
This transferring business is a lot of work. A lot of work meaning that I have to be proactive in this whole mess. Calling people, making inquiries, etc....and I have no idea what I'm doing or how much time I have to get all of this done. I guess I figured it would be this really smooth transition from Howard to Ramapo with an amazing lack of paperwork and talking to people. That was really naive of me. And I still need to talk to the National Achievement Scholar coordinator and tell her that I'm transferring. Disturbingly, I was actually kind of looking foward to telling her, but now that I really need to get on with it, I don't want to break it to her. Fingers crossed that she won't ask too many questions. This whole thing has become so complicated that I sometimes can't remember exactly why I'm transferring.
Otherwise, things are going really well. It's been busy, but in a good way. And in a few more weeks, this semester will be over and I'll be able to sleep the summer away. Perhaps not, but whatever happens, it'll be infinitely better than last summer.
This transferring business is a lot of work. A lot of work meaning that I have to be proactive in this whole mess. Calling people, making inquiries, etc....and I have no idea what I'm doing or how much time I have to get all of this done. I guess I figured it would be this really smooth transition from Howard to Ramapo with an amazing lack of paperwork and talking to people. That was really naive of me. And I still need to talk to the National Achievement Scholar coordinator and tell her that I'm transferring. Disturbingly, I was actually kind of looking foward to telling her, but now that I really need to get on with it, I don't want to break it to her. Fingers crossed that she won't ask too many questions. This whole thing has become so complicated that I sometimes can't remember exactly why I'm transferring.
Otherwise, things are going really well. It's been busy, but in a good way. And in a few more weeks, this semester will be over and I'll be able to sleep the summer away. Perhaps not, but whatever happens, it'll be infinitely better than last summer.