It’s 8 a.m., and I’m sitting in a stats class trying my best not to pay attention. For some reason, when I know an exam is happening the same week that we have lecture, my brain automatically believes that everything said in lecture is null—not necessary for my brain to consume any new information. I already have so much to try and learn before the exam. Well, I guess it’s evident that I never pay attention then.
Can you blame me? This stats class is at eight in the morning, and who likes to do math first thing in the morning? I don’t really like to do math any time of the day, but I also like to believe that stats is a special type of hell in terms of math. Not much of it makes sense, and everything is backwards from what I think should be right. You think probability should be easy, but you would be very, very wrong. Plus, you learn that you don’t know how to read a question or how a calculator functions.
But at least I’m here—at eight in the morning—trying to give myself a decent shot at a good grade in this class. I usually do pay somewhat attention, but I forgot to write my blog post last night because I believed that sleep was more important. Now I’m in class, and writing my blog post trumps learning stats.
Anyway, now that I’ve validated why I don’t have to pay attention in class today to myself, I can talk about something else—like the fact that the Type A in me is trying to suffocate me. I feel like I’m not even living my life as it’s happening. I’m always living like five days ahead. Like right now in my head it’s Thursday. In reality, it’s Tuesday, but my exam is Thursday; therefore, every day is Thursday until it’s over. And after Thursday it’ll be Saturday when I run 7.5 miles. I know this probably makes no sense, but to me that’s how my brain works.
I never mind being Type A until my life gets very busy, and then all the hours of my day are planned out. It feels like my plate is so full, and I can’t seem to clear it. In all honesty, it won’t be clear until about May this year when the semester ends, and then at least most of my responsibilities for school disappear. I miss when my to-do list was just the gym and work. It was much simpler then.
I should really stop picking up shifts at work, but a girl loves money. I’ve been trying to put a grand into my savings each month for a while now, and I’ve been doing well—until it got to my birthday, and somehow, some way, my credit card bill just seems to keep going up. What can I say? I love to shop, especially when I get to buy myself whatever I want. I’m pretty sure I spent well over two grand on myself for my birthday and Christmas combined. But also maybe that’s what keeps my Type A brain from going crazy… who knows?
Anyways, that’s all I have to say for now. If you made it to the end, thanks for listening! Mwah!