Worst. Student. Ever.

"What do you mean you read ahead and made notes? Outside of class? Wait - do I have to do that, too?" Also, my face when "learning" Accounting.

Being a student again has its advantages. I have a ton of free time. I get to live back at home with my parents, which I thought wasn’t going to be a plus but really is turning out to be. They have a sweet kitchen that I like to cook sit in and pretend that I own and, when they’re here, they my Dad makes me and my Mom dinner.

 

There’s just one problem. I have a ton of free time. “But Malory!” You exclaim incredulously. “You just said that was an advantage!” Yes, my friend, yes I did. It’s one of those pesky little positive-negative things. Very complex. Anyway, I thought I would take this year to really figure out what I wanted – you know, work on me without having a full-time job to suck up all the “good” hours of the day. I would work out, eat really healthy, take time to reflect, and put my all into my school work.

 

So far, I’ve wandered around my house aimlessly, worked out half heartedly once, gone to the grocery store eight times in two days (and bought nothing), microwaved most of my meals, had some baths, read the beginnings of about five (non school) books (with which I promptly became bored and continued to wander), scrutinized my skin in the well lit bathroom mirror for longer than I would care to admit, and stared at the counter as my hands laid poised over the keyboard of my laptop (which is as close as I got to actually making notes on any of the readings…ok, I didn’t even read them in the first place).

 

The other kids in my class seem nice enough (albeit for one whose throat I want to punch), if a little bit intense. They actually talk about the course content when class hasn't even started. My book isn't even open at that point in time. This is also why they will probably do much better than I will. I can’t say I’ve gone out of my way to meet anyone or become friendly with them outside of class, which I really have to work on. If I don't, I'm going to be stuck with Mr Know It All (not unlike Kelly Clarkson’s song of the same title), and if that happens then I’m almost certain I’m going to be kicked out of the program for some type of assault.

 

I might also want to look into some type of Anger Management class. I wonder if that’s an elective…

 

Love,

 

M