As I mentioned a few days ago, I have the rest of my semester on post-it notes on my wall. They're right above my desk, which is quite convenient considering I spend most of my life at my desk. These post-it notes tell me that I have a linear assigment and a multivariable test due Wednesday, a French test Wednesday, and an FYS think piece due Thursday. This means I'll be working all weekend to get all of it done. I'll even be skipping Spring Fling, but I wouldn't have gone anyway because I don't enjoy large group events that much. I brought Dr. Nbook to Black Cat formal and wrote in it most of the time. Seriously.
Anyway, I decided to take a break from my attempts to work on all these assignments and go to part of SpringFest. Today was such a nice day that it warranted going outside. So I went outside and wandered around for a bit. After listening to some music, watching some really cute puppies, and talking to a few people (who immediately left with others after our conversations), I started to feel so guilty. What was I doing, watching cute puppies and talking to people when there was work to be done?
My workaholic conscience won, and here I am, writing about the guilty-conscience feeling before working (or trying to work) on all these assignments.