Tonight I had to write this "describe some experience that changed you" essay for a scholarship app for school, so I wrote about my freshman English class. My teacher was awesome and I still have all the papers he left comments on when he graded them, so I was leafing through them and going down memory lane.
I can't believe what an overachieving slacker I am.
I mean, this is like, the epitome of "retarded melancholy." I'd have this really well-organized paper with creativity and subtle nuances, printed on paper that had stuff already printed on the back, just because I was too lazy/clueless to go buy computer paper at the freakin store. Or, since I really didn't know how to use a computer in 1999, I would have these problems with the margins that I didn't know how to fix, so I'd literally copy and paste (like with scissors and glue!) lines at the bottom of the sheet that were supposed to have been printed there.
I'm so glad that Mr. Schultz didn't care too much about these details and just graded on my writing...
And I had other papers all the way through my senior year where I did the same sort of crap. One big project for my Government class had to include photos, and I remembered this requisite the morning it was due, so I taped photos that I ripped out of Newsweek to the backs of my essays.
I've found myself practicing the same bad habits this semester. Pop quizzes, procrastinated papers...I see myself as an "A" student, but man...I am such a slacker, and I can't really get away with it anymore.
Will I ever learn?
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