It took all of two weeks of being in my new grad school to remember one key fact I had overlooked when deciding to go back: I am a terrible student.
Time management has been an issue for me since the dawn of my academic career. As early as 4th grade, I can remember getting up early in the morning to finish my homework, doing it on the bus on the way to school, or simply resigning myself to the fact that I would miss recess to compete it (assuming it got done at all). This continued on through high school, college, and my first graduate program. The irony here is that I would go on to teach whole courses on study skills, including time management. When looking over curriculum, I would often think, "Oh man, I could use this!" (Key word, "could", not "will" or "did").
Last semester I did the majority of my reading on the weekends. I neglected my "on-going" projects until just days before they were due. In the last week before break, I slept about 2 hours out of every 24.
The graded papers and projects I got back were all in the A range. I would often wonder, if I could write something of that caliber in little time under pressure, what could I do if I actually applied myself consistently?
Maybe this semester, my 35th, we will finally find out.
Today's other accomplishments (all this and a new post by 8:30 am. Gotta love 2 hour delays):
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