The week blurs past me.

When I was 11 years old, I lived in Wichita, Kansas.

In Wichita, time was slow.
And plodding.
And tedious.

The older I get, the trickier this time character becomes – I look at my computer clock and another hour has passed.
It’s already next week.
It’s already next month, I’m already graduating college…what the hey?

I think the real cause of the time warp is that an 11-year-old in Wichita has considerably less to do than a 21-year-old college senior in Miami. Understatement of the year? Is there an award for that?

I’m not going to slip into a whole time management tangent, but, given the new pace of things, organization is the business. In fact. Indeed.

One major difference between freshman and senior year is that I don’t do gray-time anymore. An example of gray-time is those crap hours in the library spent not doing work (be it facebook, chatting with a “study buddy”, etc.)

Niet.
Nein.
No.
Bad.

Say no to crap time.

This is why, actually, why I’m at the beach more than ever – I have the time now.

Paradoxically, I am also at library more than ever.

I am simply spending more time working. I am more motivated and productive because I see the progress of the library hours now. How much stuff went unread in the past three years? How much stuff was bootleg and last minute? Hm. Sorry Prof.

This semester, long after the transcripts have been shipped out to the law schools, I’m more productive and on-top-of-things than ever.

How perfectly annoying.

Why did this take me four years to learn?