Another One

I feel as if every few weeks, months, years, I have a rekindled desire to start afresh. Whether it be a diet, a workout regimen, a writing goal, savings account or whatever needs my focused attention. So, here I am again, hoping for a more disciplined life. I want to start eating well again, and dedicated study and writing time. Waiting until the last minute has never really hurt me when it comes to grades, but this semester feels completely different. No longer can I b.s. my way through talking about a book I read, I actually have to produce something worth while and intelligent every week for all three classes. Bright side...I'm only 2 and a half short months away from never having to do anything like this again...hopefully. I can't wait until summer. Yes, I'll be writing my thesis, but that will not require me to be in class or answer to anyone other than a single professor once every few weeks (at least I think that's how it works). I dream about novels read for fun, evenings spent watching all the shows I want to watch but feel to guilty to because of a looming assignment. No one I know is still a student at my age, or even younger. Sure, they have things that keep them busy, but I have all sorts of plans for the hours and days to come that are no longer filled with SCHOOL.