My Fight to Write Right

Along with millions of my other minions around the dominion, I started school on Wednesday as a junior in college. However, my transition from “summertime” to “school time” was not as smooth as I hoped it would’ve been.

I had my clothes ready, my shoes and socks laid out, my bag packed, but I forgot to prepare my mind for what was ahead of me. I went to school at 8:30, had a seat, and took a notebook out of my bag. The instructor said something important so I proceeded to write it down into my fresh Mead 1 subject notebook, but my handwriting looked like…excuse my French…crap.

You see, the most that I’ve had to write in my four months of summer has been the information on the deposit slip for my bank. Since I had to take pages and pages of notes, my hand sorta spazzed out and scribbling came out because it was entering into unfamiliar territory. Luckily it didn’t take long for me to adjust and I was back to writing my notes neatly in cursive in minutes.

Sidenote: In school, I am taking as many classes as I am allowed to take, and when you couple this with my goal of achieving a 4.0 GPA this semester, I foresee A LOT of work ahead. Why am I mentioning this? I hate to break it to ya, but there probably won’t be as many updates here from now until December 18. That’s the price that WE have to pay for me to get what I want. I love our give/take relationship.