Where to start, where to start? Everyone starts with their good attributes, so I guess it’s just about right to start with my defects. I’m too skinny for my height, I don’t like working out, I cant eat too much or I become overweight, over the years I’ve spent way too much on sneakers, and I pay more attention to baseball stats than to professors during lectures… now that that’s out of the way… Hey guys what’s up? How many of you waited til last night to write your own monologue…? Yea me too. I need to change that. College has given me more free time than high school did, and I needa learn how to use it more wisely. Apparently the obedient son, dependable teammate and responsible worker now needs to add responsible student to the list. I have to; I gotta make momma and poppa proud. Plus I gotta show my friends that just because they decided college wasn’t for them, I can’t take on the challenge either. I’m not going to end up working 9-5 in construction like half of them are doing, or play Xbox 9-5 like the other half is. Nope, not me.
Ann said I had the personality for college anyway. And for a teacher who kicked me out of her class at least a dozen times during Freshman year in high school, I take that as a compliment. She must’ve hated the fact that I talked too much, or that I always had a smart remark to throw into a class discussion, but I guess she realized three years later that it would help make friends during college. She could’ve warned me about time management, though. The first couple of weeks had me juggling my homework and my baseball, and lets be honest, I leaned more towards the second. Its not that I don’t care about school, I do wanna have a 3+ GPA to brag about when I go back and visit my high school. It’s just that.. Baseball is love. Even after a couple of sprained wrist, jammed fingers, line drives to the body, and a dozen stitches after taking a bat to the face, there’s nothing I’d rather do than step onto a baseball field. But enough about my relationship with baseball, you guys would much rather hear what I’m scared of, I bet.
I actually have a short list of things, and zombies and planes are mainstays. After Dawn of the Dead, not only did I develop a liking for the movies and a fear of zombies, but I also got the great gift of recurring zombie dreams, oh the joy. I also don’t like planes. I don’t mind the landing, but airplane innovators have a lot to work on when it comes to the taking off. I’m also scared of being alone. If it’s at home, I don’t mind, I actually prefer having the house to myself. But at school, that’s a different ballgame. All of elementary and junior high I walked around without much conversation throughout the day, and after high school I honestly was scared that I would make no friends here. But luckily people were friendlier than I expected, and for now at least that fear has been put off. As for dislikes, I could care less about math. No offense to you math-lovers, but when am I going to need to know how to rationalize a fraction to pay for my groceries at the supermarket? Oh and don’t get me started on cats. They just look at you with their big creepy eyes, and press their body against your leg when they walk… I dislike cats.
But I think you all agree with me when I say studying is at the top of my dislikes. Its like professors enjoy saying “There’s going to be an exam next week.” Which brings me back to the point; I need to learn how to manage my time better. And I need to learn how to ignore my phone. I keep checking to see if Paul texted back but instead my boy Angel did, and he never takes longer than a minute to respond, which just leads to more conversation, and more distractions. But lets wrap this up. How to end this? I don’t even know if I followed the guidelines. But it’s all cool, I’m Edwin. What matters is not being nervous right? And I pass when it comes to that.
