BAMF!

The sound Nightcrawler makes when he teleports, not the acronym for “bad ass motherfucker.”

At least in my world.

So. Just when I start to think I have too much free time, I suddenly have none. Several (relatively) worthy opportunities have popped up since last week. I hope I can keep up.

I have always excelled at multitasking, but as the years pass I find it more difficult to juggle multiple responsibilities.

During my senior year of high school, I wore many hats:

Academic Decathlon team captain
News editor of the Trailblazer
College peer counselor
Senior member of the Carson Student Movement
Ephebian Socity (I just found out George Takei is also an Ephebian. Funny.)

I feel like I’m forgetting something, but eh. Despite still being very close to a majority of my high school friends, I feel so removed from those years. But clearly, I was a busy girl. Natch.

For the last month or so, I have only worried about my two jobs and little else. Both jobs are fairly self-contained; I am free beyond 9 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.

Now, once more, I must juggle work with extracurriculars, something that was once a no-brainer but now seems almost mind-boggling. I want to tell you I will delve into it with great gusto, but truthfully I am a bit leery. I’m a little apprehensive because I have grad school coming up in just four months. Perhaps that is a world away, but it will be here before I know it.