2 More Weeks!

Once my teacher said "Alright, here comes the two week stretch," it really hit me. Two more weeks are you kidding me!? My head is spinning just thinking about it. Presentations, papers, tests, oh my!

Makes me regret all those semesters where I got lazy and only took 2-3 classes or failed one and had to take it again. If only I knew that it would kick me in the ass later then I wouldn't have been so stupid and lazy. I hate myself for that, but I must think positively. Everything happens for a reason, I always say. And I am a firm believer that this theory is true. If I graduated earlier then I wouldn't be mentally ready to be on my own. It takes a while for my brain to get into gear and focus on school so then I must stay in school for an extra year longer.

Or maybe I'm just saying that to make an excuse for myself for not wanting to leave home. I'll have to admit, I'll miss this place when I leave. I'll miss not having to do my laundry or fix my bed or have to pay for anything besides clothes. We all have to move out someday. Sometimes I'd wish my parents would just kick me out just like how birds teach their offsprings to fly by pushing them off the nest. I need that push! Otherwise, I bet I'd end up here forever. Eh, oh well...as long as I have Toby. I'll be fine.