The Great Book Debate

I start two new classes today which for me means a whole new attitude. Again.

• I will read the assigned text, all of it.
• I will read the optional material because I know that when it's all said and done, it's not really optional. It is very much needed.
• I will answer all of my questions thoroughly and on time. I will post the proper replies.
• I will complete my assigned work before the weekend. No more procrastination.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm a pretty good student. My husband brags on my GPA to just about anybody new he comes in contact with on any given day. He is my number one fan. He's also the one that keeps bring up the word master's and doctorate. I'm no fool, though. I know just what he's doing... preparing for his retirement. He has grand dreams of kicking back once I'm pulling down the big bucks. What a poor, delusional man.

He's got my back, however. And for right now, he's paying the bills. I'll let him dream whatever he wants.

Having said all that, though, I do tend to put things off. Maybe I work better under pressure. Maybe I like the time crunch I put myself in weekly. Maybe I'm just lazy.

Whatever the reason is, anytime new classes start, I give myself this big pep talk: focus, Focus, FOCUS! And then everytime, something comes up that challenges that pep talk.

It could be this blog.
Or pressing matters on facebook.
Maybe just one more load of laundry needs to be done.

Right now, it's my library book. My newest book which I am about five or six chapters into and absolutely hooked. I read too late last night. I woke up thinking about the main character. Just ten minutes earlier I was reaching for my nook when I reminded myself I had a textbook to read.

So how did I end up here? I have no idea except I was thinking maybe if I wrote about it, I would see the futility of it all. Then maybe I won't be so hard on myself.

Because let's face it, there's more excitement to tracking down a serial killer using schizophrenic and bi-polar patients than it is reading about the fall of Rome and the introduction of the Roman culture into England's mainstream population. I know, I know. I'm a history major. I'm suppose to love this stuff and I do...

Just not when there's a killer on the loose.
Or a husband calling to take you to lunch.
And there really is one more load of laundry to do.

It will all be there when I get back.