My mother told my sister yesterday that I must be ready to get back to school, as I’m getting a little loopy.
After all, I did reenact Mission Impossible with a Nerf Gun.
If that doesn’t signify my need to get back to serious book learning, than I don’t know what does.
I go back Sunday, me and my multitudes of Sterilite totes, containing, among other things, the seventeen textbooks I was complied to purchase (woe is me; more books).
Despite my eagerness to be back on campus, I’m also concerned about this semester. I’ll be taking 18 credits, which would be okay except that I have three jobs on top of those credits. And I plan to do intramurals. And I plan to serve on student government, attend shows and dances, and spend time with the many people I missed last semester.
Factor in a few hours of procrastination per night, and I’m booked solid.