"He chose poorly" is one of my dad's favorite movie lines. It's from "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." If you haven't seen it, I don't suggest you do. The character of Indiana Jones always bored me, but I digress. That great line from that base movie applies to so many things. It especially applies to how I prioritize.
My first priority is usually food, which I suppose is hard to argue with being that it is necessary to survive. My next priority is usually whatever I'll get in the most trouble if I don't do. Will my teacher be more disappointed that I hand in a late essay than my boss being angry about my not filling out requisite paperwork? Will my parents be more angry if I stay up late than the amount my future will hurt if I don't make a competition deadline?
I mean, I'm not totally boring into work. Sometimes, even if risk outweighs rewards I'll still go out with friends. I am a teenager after all. But what doesn't make sense to most people is that I tend to prioritize work over school. Not that I don't think school isn't important or isn't worth my time. As much as I hate my school, it has had a great impact on my social skills, way of thinking, and my knowledge, especially my publications class. However, as long as I'm passing, I try to sleep and go to work and get paid. It's not a huge issue for me that I have less than a B- in AP Lit (which is weird for me because ELA is supposed to be my niche) but you know what? At the end of the day, I keep up with the lessons and my teachers' commentary and learn what everyone else is. Maybe I don't exercise what I'm learning for...any of my classes until I have to, but twenty years from now, am I really going to give a damn about the grade a teacher gave me that I can't place the face of anymore in the second term of my senior year? I seriously doubt I'll care six months from now.
I never really understood how much I need sleep until this year. I just hope I get better at my juggling act before I get to college.
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