I'm in college now and have a lot of responsibilities that are solely on my shoulders. Dad has said that he won't be pestering to do my work anymore (when has he ever done that in these past few years anyway?). Most of my assignment will be given to me online and I already have three of them. Two of them are due tomorrow at midnight and I haven't even started on them. I'm not worried about them in the slightest either. I've never really been worried about school work or getting an education. When I was younger I lied about being sick (I'd did get sick a lot but not as much as I let on) just to get out of going to that wretchedly boring place called school. F was my most common grade back then and it really surprises me I was never held back. Well most of my failing was because I hadn't starting taking Aderal yet for my ADHD. Once i started taking Aderal A's became very easy for me to acquire with minimal effort on my part. This pattern (excepts the pretending to be sick, I got bored of it.) continued through high school. I still don't know what I'm fully capable of if I really set my mind to it. I've always said that I wanted to go to college but the truth is I never really cared if I did or not. My dream is to be a deep sea marine biologist but I don't really care if I achieve my goal or not. I'm just that laid back.
I woke up today thinking of how much longer i could put off my college work and still be able to get it done in time to turn it in before the dead line. Still undecided on weather I'd actually do some word today or not I ate breakfast. Then on a whim I decided "well...Dad's already put so much money into me going to college and I've told everyone that I was going to get a 4.0 average....might as well do it." That's is how I decided that I'm actually going to try this time. That was my actual thought process that made me take my Aderal so that I could finally start doing some work. Anti climatic, I know.
I didn't really know how long it took my Aderal to kick in so I just waited fifteen minutes, picked up one of my class books and started reading my assigned chapters. Well before that I put a sheet over my recliner, retrieved my rat Penelope, then sat down with her to read. She scampered about all excited. It had been awhile sence I had last held her and she was ecstatic. I tried to concentrate on my reading but she kept getting in the way. He little paws lightly touching the pages as she sniffed the new book smell happily. Little whiskers flicking back and forth rapidly. I could help but giggle at her antics. Penelope started nibbling at the pages ever so gently. I didn't stop her. I had owned enough rats to know when they were trying to destroy something and when they were just investigating. Their mouth was the equivalent to hands for us. Those teeth I knew to well could exert immense power and destroy my very expensive and new book easily, but right now they were so gentle and inquisitive I couldn't help but stop and watch in awe as she continued her inspection of the unfamiliar object. She soon finished with the book and began to inspect me like she always did. No matter how many times she saw me she had to make sure that nothing had changed about me. I think she's OCD. She sniffed in my ear, tickling me, causing me to giggle happily. Then it hit me all over again. This is why I want to be a Zoologist. This is why I wanted to go to college. I love animals and nothing on this earth makes me happier than to just watching them go about their day. To learn about their habits, likes, dislikes, etc. For the first time in my life I was actually motivated to reach my goal. Thank you Penelope.
