Excuses Excuses

There is an excuse for everything. My major excuse for not writing is Chemistry. I spend all my free time doing online homework or studying for a quiz that I have every Thursday. Most of the time I run my brain until it is fried, until the equations I am looking at look like Gibberish. The point when my brain cannot handle anymore Chemistry is when I start to write. Writing is a definite change of pace from balancing equations or finding the limiting reactant.

Just my daily does of chemistry

Usually, this all happens late at night. My days are routine, I go to class, do homework until 8-9 at night, then go to the gym, then come back and try to get more homework done. When I am really struggling with my work I turn to writing. In Calculus or Chemistry, theres right and wrong answers. With writing, theres no right or wrong answer; either you do it or you don't. I like to write after I struggle with my homework because it makes me feel productive even if what I am writing about is pointless.

I usually write lying on my stomach on my floor. It's really weird but I love to do work sitting on the ground. My poor roommate has to step over my papers and notebook spread across our tiny floor just to get to her bed. Sometimes I sit crossed legged, but most of the time I lay on my stomach.

My usual study space

I really don't have any more excuses for not writing, because I actually do like to write about myself. We all think were the center of the universe, so getting assigned to write about yourself is not really that difficult. I have told all my cousins on my dad's side (all 18 of them) in my family group chat about my blog, which they read every time I tell them about a new post. I love it when one of my cousins text me about my blog, or they tell my that my one post was really good. One time my mom called me laughing at my post about the day my sister and I spent together. My cousin Sarah, who happens to have her own blog, told me that my blog inspired her to blog more, which inspired me to keep writing about the random stuff that happens throughout my day. After not talking to my sister for a whole day she called me and said, "Where have you been? I read your blog to keep up with you because your always too busy to answer my calls." I find it so funny that my family stalks a major part of my English grade to find out what I am up to.

I think it's important to write so you don't forget about all the little things that happened on you. I know that at any point in the future, I can type in my URL and reread what happened during my first semester of college.