What will I ever do with my brilliant, smart boy who can't ever seem to get an assignment finished and turned in on time? If he does get it finished on time it was by the skin of his teeth. I want to choke him sometimes, but I see so much of myself in his procrastinating ways that I try not to scold him too much. Alas, he is going to be just like I was in college (if he ever makes it that far). The professor would give an assignment for some major project and while everyone would run back to their dorm rooms and get started I would inevitably put it off until the very last minute. I never meant too. I always wanted to do better. I never did, though. I don't want my boy to be like I was. I want him to be the good student who is finishing assignments early. I don't want him to be confined to his little study corner, missing out on all of the fun because he waited until the last minute to get started on his project. Bless his heart, Lord. I know it is difficult on his nerves, because it is hard on mine. I can remember those days and I still have them every now and then. I thank God that I'm out of school. It is a focus thing. I don't know. Maybe we both have attention deficit disorder. Maybe there is some hope for him after all. And me? Well, it just might not be too late for me either.
