The biggest problem I have encountered as a college student has been in my own home.
No, my parents aren't unsupportive, I don't have kids to take care of.
I have internet access and all of the required textbooks.
The biggest problem is Facebook.
Tomorrow, I start my classes at 9:30 a.m. At 11 a.m., my first paper is due. I chose the subject matter and I can change it if I want to. I have taken classes taught by this professor before, so I know what he expects. I actually like writing and consider myself a pretty decent academic writer.
BUT...
Facebook calls to me. It NEEDS me. If I don't read it all, who will? There are pictures to tag, statuses to "like", notes to comment on, and fights with strangers just waiting to be started. I come to my room, fully intending to work on my paper, but maybe I should see if my sister from out of state posted any new pictures of her girls... Then, I see a link to an article I might want to read, so I open that tab. Before I know it, I am deeply entrenched in the Book of Faces, with little hope of escaping. People I haven't talked to since second grade need consoling and I suddenly find myself swept up in the drama of their latest break-up/fight with their baby momma/lawsuit against McDonald's for making them fat.
And here I sit, four hours later, unable to force myself to write my 500 words. Thinking up excuses why I am waiting until the final buzzer.
You see, it's not MY fault. The Professor wanted to see our proposed subject matter before we started writing. Last Monday, we turned those in. On Wednesday, he gave us the go-ahead to write our papers and have them ready by tomorrow.
But then Thursday, I had my Gay-Straight Alliance meeting. And OBVIOUSLY I couldn't miss that, elections started and I am up for club secretary. Then we chatted afterward, but we HAD to, we need to build some camaraderie. By the time I dropped off a fellow member and got home, it was almost time to make dinner. After dinner, I was just too tired to think about homework.
Of course, Friday was out, too. I cleaned the house and did my Computer class homework and then I had to get gussied up to meet The Boy's workmates for dinner and drinks. I didn't get home until 2 a.m.
Saturday, I dragged myself out of bed and to the museum, where I spent 6 hours working behind the desk, taking admission and selling merchandise, and another hour giving a tour to my sister and my mom and my nieces. When I got home, The Boy came over. Then my brother and his pregnant wife and son rolled in from their home 3 hours away and we had a bonfire. I went to bed at 11.
At 9 this morning, I retrieved my wide-awake nephew from his trying-to-sleep parents. I made him chocolate milk (which he just played with) and toast and eggs (which he just looked at) and then got him in a video chat with my sister and her three girls 12 hours away. When The Kid's grandma rolled in, I started to make the stuffing for the turkey we were taking to my sister's at noon. Then I had to cut up cheese and sausage. And who else was going to make the gravy? I spent the afternoon at my sister's house and was home by 4:30.
So, see? Obviously I have had no time to write 500 words. Uh, don't count this.
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