Commit

I didn't work as hard as I could have last semester. In fact, I can name at least 10 people that worked considerbaly harder than I did. In reality, I'm lucky to have escaped with the grades I did. I mean, I'm not saying I didn't bust my ass-I did. I'm not saying there weren't a bunch of times I felt like I was losing it-because there were. I'm also not trying to take away anything from any of my friends that did better than I did. We're all smart people, and they outworked me. I went out, I slept in, I stayed up late, I watched TV, I cooked instead of always eating Subway, I worked out, I explored Chicago, I watched a lot of football, spent a lot of time on fantasy football. There were a whole host of things I could've cut out of my life in order to work harder. And that's what I think I'm going to do. See, I have this abiltiy to, if I commit to it, to work so ridiculously hard. I mean, in undergrad, I really can't name anybody that worked harder than I did. That's arrogant-but I worked 20-25 hours a week in a lab, had a full plate of classes and worked fulltime at a restaurant. And to top it all off, I drank a shitload of alcohol. So I can work, if I want to. The question I'm facing now, is whether or not I want to work as hard as perhaps 4 A's and a B would require. It will make me hate school. Working that hard will make me a different person. I'll be bitter at times. I'll be an asshole. I'll come off as antisocial. But I can will myself some A's if I have to. So, this week, I'm gonna try the working all out type deal. See how much I hate life at the end. If I think I can do it consistently, week in, week out, and keep my sanity, than I will.
Lyric:
"Sleep is the cousin of death."
The Game