Prompts derived from “Rain” January 31, 2008

Until I came to college I did not know that time management was the most important tool to being successful.  Throughout high school, I procrastinated wherever procrastination could take place.  I waited till the last minute for everything.  I wouldn’t leave my house in the morning till the last minute and I would nearly miss the bus everytime, until of course my older friends started driving me.  I always waited till the last minute to study for tests and ironically it worked.  Cramming seemed to work for me back then.  College, on the other hand, is a little different. The work is obviously much harder and requires a lot more time.  The good thing is that I have a lot of extra time, and I’ve found that using that time properly only helps my grades!  I only work about eight hours a week which gives me some extra money and a lot of extra time to study and finish my homework earlier than the night before its due.  I wish I knew more about time management back in high school because maybe, just maybe my grades would have been even better than they were.  Time management really has affected my attitude towards school.  Not procrastinating really takes a load of my back.

#4: I had forgotten.. how much I am needed sometimes until recently.  So much goes on at home when I’m not there and sometimes I almost feel guilty for being away at school.  I miss out on a lot of good times but also some bad ones.  This past October, my best friends grandmother passed away after battling with cancer for quite some time.  The thing is though when I say my best friend, I mean more of like my sister.  Danielle has been my next door neighbor since birth for me.  We’ve gone through different groups of friends, boyfriends, jobs, teams, ups, and downs, yet when it all comes down to it, there is no one else I would have rather had by my side.  When her grandmother passed away, it wasn’t a shock yet it hit her family hard.  It also hit my family hard.  Our families are very close and I know all of her relatives very well.  Her grandmother was kind of like my grandmother.  I saw her all the time, she knew me since I was little, she even gave me birthday cards every year! The only problem was that when this happened I was at school.  I left for home immediately after my last class on Thursday night.  Once I got there I couldn’t even look at Danielle without crying.  The ride home had given me time to prepare myself, yet once I walked in, I couldn’t control myself.  Her eyes were red and puffy, her face was soaked, she had some gross tissue in her hand.  I didn’t even know what to say to her, I tried to speak but no words came out.  What could I say? Nothing. I didn’t need to say anything. I just needed to be there. I stayed home the whole weekend.  The wake was not until Monday night but I had a midterm at 2:30 that day which I could not miss.  I drove back to school monday morning, took my test, turned around and drove right back home.  I missed my first class on Tuesday, but I had emailed the professor prior with my excuse.  I needed to be home.  Danielle was home and thats where I needed to be.  The rest of the day is much of a blur.  Between sore eyes and runny noses, I don’t remember much of what went on.