The end is in sight.

I have been so incredibly blessed to have been a part of the Communication Sciences and Disorders family at Valdosta State University for the past 3 years.  I have had outstanding professors, amazing clinical supervisors, and great clients who have helped me prepare for the "real world."

But just like in any familial relationship, sometimes a girl just needs her space.

Now that plans are in motion for my upcoming move for my internships and clinical fellowship, I can TASTE the end of my life in Valdosta.  Not that I'm necessarily happy about leaving a life and a town that I have come to love and that which has made me who I am today, but a change of scenery (and a break from ten million projects and papers) would be (will be!) nice.

Last night, my friend Ivy and I stayed up late planning out every room in my new place.  Anyone who knows me well know what a compulsive planner I am and now that I have plans in my head for the townhouse (paint, new furniture, and, gasp, accessories!) there is no stopping this moving freight train.

But did you know that there is still an entire summer semester of classes before the light at the end of the tunnel?

Seriously?

Seriously.

The Art of Procastination

art (n.) [ahrt] the principles or methods governing any craft or branch of learning

I have made an art out of procrastination.  The above mentioned dictionary reference alludes to the fact that if procrastination is an art, then there must be principles or methods that govern it.  Here are my methods:

1.  Do no even begin to think about what is due until approximately 48 hours before it is due.  This will only add undue stress to an otherwise stressful life.

2.  During the first 24 (of the 48 hours leading to the deadline), begin to contemplate how long the project should take to be completed.  Do not actually do anything.  Just think about it.

3.  Spend the first half of the last 24 hours looking at the syllabus, making phone calls to peers, and checking facebook to see who else has also waited until the last minute to start their project.

4.  Spend the remaining 12 hours working furiously (while remembering to take necessary 45 minute snack and email checks) to complete the project.

5.  Turn project in and immediately find a place to sleep away the remainder of the day.

Truth be told, even writing this blog is a form of procrastination.  While I am deep into Step 4 of the art of procrastination, I am taking a necessary break.  I have an enormous project due in approximately 7 hours and 34 minutes - something that I'm sure has consumed countless hours of my peers' time.  I have the remaining time to complete about 30 pages worth of written material.

Seriously?

Seriously.

So here goes.

Everyone I know is getting a blog.  

It's like some new internet epidemic--like when facebook decided to let teeny-boppers and retirees onto its site (I'm not really complaining... at least not about the retirees, anyway).  Like anyone else, I will admit that blogging is about the only way I know what's going on in some of my friends' (but can you really call them friends if you have to find out about their life on a blog?) lives.

Needless to say, the concept of blogging was a topic of interest this past Easter Sunday as I sat around eating spiral ham and macaroni casserole with my friends/family.  I have this friend who blogs and she was trying to explain the concept to someone at the table who I would not consider to be completely "internet savvy."  She asked me, "Do you have a blog?" to which I responded, "I don't really see the point" to which I received a nice little talk along the lines of "how in the world am I going to keep up with you when you move halfway across the state?"

So here I am.  Blogging.

Seriously?

Seriously.