My Solution to My Self-Abuse

What is this abuse we call college??
Are we really learning anything here??
Is this worth the piece of paper we get in the end??
Someone--please tell me it's worth it. Pleeeeeeease...

Okay, I know, I know...a bit dramatic, a bit over-the-top.
But, really. I have written four huge papers in the past three weeks. I'm talkin' a whopping total of thirty pages.
This is the point when reality sets in:
THIRTY PAGES? IS THAT ALL??
So, when I signed up to be an English major, I forgot that reading and writing were the main ways to learn and produce English. Now, in my third year of college, with one semester until I walk across that stage and get a BA degree, I am realizing that, ohmyword, reading and writing and pulling something out of my brain and putting it on paper and organizing it to where it makes sense is, let me just say it again, ohmyword, so hard.


I am so much better at procrastinating than I am at anything else. I know, everyone says that, but really, I'm goooooood.
I even procrastinate my goal to stop procrastinating.
However, (here I go, New Year's Resolution in April), this summer, I'm stoppin' this madness. I have to learn how to balance my life.
And, ya know what, I'm getting rid of homework first.


Good thing summer's in a week.