Believe

This past week, I was reminded of something that has always made me extremely irritated. In my psychology class, we had the infamous nature vs. nurture debate. Being a senior, and a little over being in school at all, I told myself I wasn’t going to get involved in this particular debate and just sit back and let everyone else talk. And then Ally stood up and opened her mouth.

Now I’ve met my fair share of ignorant people in my 17 years, but Im not even positive this girl had a brain in her skull. She was on the opposing team and every comment that came out of her mouth was unintelligent and completely ignorant of the issues being discussed. And that wasn’t even the most annoying part! Even worse, my teacher was agreeing with things she was saying! Of course I could not sit back and allow her to be praised for her unintelligence so I raised my hand when she asked for questions and shot down every thing she had just proposed.

And then it got fun. I have always been a debater, there is nothing I love more than proving people wrong and making them look foolish. It really is like a sick drug. And once I got involved, I took over that debate. By the end, I had discredited the opposing teams arguments, made my teacher laugh more than a few times, made a few enemies, and gained a fan club in my team. At closing remarks, I was the only person talking, and I was talking directly to Miss Ally who still thought she had a chance to win, what a cutie. Her closing remarks were even cuter, she had completely strayed from the debate and instead kept choosing to call me ignorant. Me, of all people.

And then it was over. Our teacher claimed my team the winner. We got an A and Ally looked like a nincompoop. Wins all around.

Moral of the story, don’t try to beat me in a debate. I am always right. And that is a fact.

You’re sitting in English class and your teacher says those two dreaded words. Book Project. She hands out the assignment that isn’t due for 2 months and the first thing you say is, “This time i’m not going to procrastinate! I’m going to finish this book in a week and get the essays out of the way and then I wont have to worry about them when their due!” I know you say it. I say this Every. Single. Time. But the truth is, we continue to put it off and put it off until its the weekend before its due and you find yourself locked up in your room trying to get through that 500 page book in 14 hours. Come Sunday night, you forget about attempting to read the book and sparknotes becomes you’re new best friend. You sit down at your computer and type out the best damn essay you’ve ever written in your life. And in only two hours! Weekend saved!!!!!

Welcome to my life about once or twice a quarter.

Believe me, I’ve tried to be that one stellar student in class that has to have absolutely no social life at all because he is always done with an assignment a week after it is assigned. I mean come on, we all know one. But the further away that deadline appears, the more reluctant I am to sit down and spend my precious time completing that assignment, when I could put it off for next week, or the week after that. Besides, (and this may be only me) the longer and longer I wait…until I am less than 12 hours away from that assignment being due, the better my essay turns out. Every time. Its almost as if all of that knowledge that I gained in the time I put off that assignment has all been given to me specifically for me to complete that essay. And I get an A. Every time.

Moral of the story, Procrastination rules.

I honestly feel so bad for the poor children who walk to school. The weather is in the thirties, which is like basically freezing temperatures for Nevada and the wind is blowing so hard its like Hurricane Katrina 2 has hit Las Vegas. And there they are, walking to school in their cute little outfits. The girl’s skirt is blowing up and shes shivering in her little cardigan…..but its not like she could wear a sweatshirt….ya still gotta look swag ya know. Somedays I just get this overpowering desire to pull over to the side of the road and give that poor little girl a ride to school. Can you imagine our conversation???? “Hi, im Kristen, I saw that you looked really cold out here walking to school. My car is really warm and I have doughnuts in the backseat if you want me to give you a ride.” I don’t know about you but if this happened to me, I would probably steer clear of the creeper in the black Sonata. So instead ill just continue to drive down Hualapai with my car heater on full blast, munching away on a doughnut and watch the poor freezing children walking on the side of the road and pity them.