It is so easy for life to run away and leave me behind. Take this week for example. Next week is the last of the semester, finals, so everything, and I mean everything, is and was due this week and next. One day of procrastination and fun last weekend ended up with me being awake in the wee hours of the morning (long after my roommate, and that's saying something), writing and editing an eight page paper. The aftereffects of that were  not pretty, especially as I stumbled into choir practice with the granddaddy of all headaches. I don't think that I should have skipped the bonding with friends over the weekend, but I should have watched the time better.

This is a lesson that I have repeatedly watched and been through in my yearbook class. I've always been pretty good about time management and responsibility. I mean, I've never had teachers complain about too many late papers, and I've only had about two 1 am paper writing sessions in my life. But yearbook was a little different, in that I could not just schedule things and get my work done in my own time and way. So many people people are involved in the production of a single story, not to mention the entire book. Even if I am on top of things and get interviews scheduled in plenty of time to conduct them and write the story, sometimes the interviewee cancels or reschedules, so that what once was plenty of time do get the work done is now racing to meet the deadline while hoping that Tawny and Krissy aren't mad. 

The paper that kept me up all hours of the night did get done, and on time, but I should have started it a week earlier than I did, so that even though I did get caught up with my friends instead of writing the paper, it wouldn't have cost me as much. You have to allow for people errors and distractions when you plan for commitments like homework and deadlines.