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2.04.2004
I feel like such a disappointment. My journalism teacher just informed me that I was getting a D in his class. "Carrie," he began, "you're a straight a student and a wonderful contribution to the class...it's just your deadlines that get you." He is so right. For as long as I can remember, I have been a procrastinator. Actually, I take that back. I remember the days when I used to go home and start a project immediatly after getting it. Now, it lays untouched until the day before...that is if I even remember is that soon. For speech, I use the hour before to do everything. This could pose a serious problem when I head off to school. *ouch* Pull it together, Carrie.
Care Bear @ 1:04 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
2.02.2004
The interview deciding whether or not I go to college was today. I am still nervous about it, but it happened like 2 hours ago. Now I just have to wait. Overall, I think it went well. The entire thing went well, except for the drive up there. Two hours of nothing but silence...needless to say, it sucked. I boogy chucked it all the way back from Lebanon just so i could bowl in the match tonight, but when I get here Hutch says it is cancelled. I have the worst luck in the world!! Tapscott informed me that Hutch is the one that cancelled it...(so many things I want to say to him right now).
Co-eds sleeping
with books in lap.
Page 22 entitled
the secret to success.
Criss-cross, criss-cross
along they walk.
winding together
yet unfamiliarized.
Care Bear @ 12:57 PM | comment
cmharrison@mckendree.edu
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