Procrastination

Procrastination! It will be the death of me. I am now in the fourth week of the DREADED JUNIOR YEAR ( AHHHHHH!)and I am behind in every aspect of my life. I am taking online classes and I am behind, this very blog is suffering, my laundry we don't even want to talk about that. Everything just keeps piling up and I am drowning in the civil war, dirty socks, and economics. By the way it is not a pleasant way to die. So for my first piece of advice don't procrastinate it piles up and then it makes you want to cry and eat a gallon of ice cream. And to be honest that isn't good for your girlish figure.

If anyone has the gull or just lack of self preservation and attends a school similar to Suncoast they understand why I dread the mailman during those first weeks of summer. Normal high school wasn't enough torture for me so I decided to enroll in a school where little girls received replicas of the Yale's bulldog instead of baby dolls for their first birthday, and a baby boys first outfits was a Harvard onesies instead of Lakers jerseys. Where rowing is the sport that gets you into Harvard, and Key club makes you student body president. Where people who get B's in AP Physics are either slow or lazy, and the kids like me who get C's in Spanish should just drop out of IB into IDP(regular). So without a doubt I have been labeled average on the Suncoast level. Therefore I dread the day the mail man cheerfully delivers the remains of the previous nine months. Nine months of sleepless nights, nine months of tears, and nine months of binging on brownie mix and ice cream later, I am left with a 3.4375 GPA. After two years at Suncoast I have learned that average is not accepted. Unfortunately for the academic elite I have never like being normal or fitting in the mold. So now that my third at Suncoast is approaching I dare to wear my averagness with pride, and I am embarking on a journey to show that average can succeed.