Texting my mom (who has a cold). She’s right “homie” is JHU language

Everyone tells you that college is the place to learn independence, the place where you’re forced to make adult decisions and do other adult-y things (out of many things cleaning the bathroom—ick)—and it’s not a lie. I was, and still am, extremely excited to be independent and to learn to live on my own, but I knew I was going to face a problem with my special talent: procrastination.

I’m totally, completely, and wholly a procrastinator.  I am always ready to find something to do that will distract me for hours upon hours. I clean, I chat, I buzzfeed, I facebook, I eat (my favorite method), I bother my friends, I text my mom, you name it. When junior year aka the worst year of high school hit, I decided that if I was going to procrastinate maybe I would do it in a more productive manner, like do other homework instead of the work that I want to put off…which lasted for about 10 minutes.


Throwback to high school graduation. Apparently I couldn’t believe that I got a diploma with all of my procrastinating

Don’t get me wrong, I got all of my work done, I just may have sacrificed sleep for it. But when it was time for college, I knew I had to get better at time management. I would be responsible for picking out my own classes and organizing them into a reasonable schedule.  No one would be structuring my time so I had to work everything out myself, which is a daunting task. First semester, I had an extremely busy schedule with classes starting every morning at 9AM and ending in the afternoon or early evening. My thought process was that this way my days would feel like high school and everything would work out the same way… but I was wrong. I hadn’t calculated time for friends, for activities, for meetings, and for homework. It was a hard balance to accomplish and it took a lot of work. When registration rolled around for spring semester I knew that I wanted to change my schedule.

This semester, I have my classes mostly in the morning and am done by noon or early afternoon. This way, I have more time during the day to catch up with work, to become more involved in activities, and also have quality time to spend with my friends (sometimes I even have time to work out—you should be gasping at this). Classes have gotten tougher; there’s been more work and this time there aren’t covered grades, but different scheduling has helped a lot. My procrastination hasn’t miraculously vanished, but it’s getting better because I’m learning how to do more things in the same amount of time. So moral: those people aren’t lying when they say that college helps you grow as a person, and I can honestly say it’s one of the strangest but coolest feelings to realize that it’s actually happening.


An excited me I think sometime in the first couple weeks of school. A lot has changed (including positive development in clothing choices)