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.