Perfect '10- Cristine

OK so, something I have to admit is that I’m what most would call a “commit-aholic.” I like to commit myself to anything and everything that remotely has a purpose. Now, what you have to understand is that this is OK for the sole reason that I work well under pressure and a small amount of time. Having one to three meetings every night of the week just means I have to schedule my time in the most effective way possible. Otherwise, I’d probably sit around watching “One Tree Hill” all the time. Well, that or waste time playing “find the A&M athlete” through the windows in the class center. But that’s not the point — the point is, being involved has become almost an addiction; I can’t stop. Maybe it’s because I’m so obsessed with A&M. I just want to do everything possible there is at this school. Of course, then there are “those weeks.” And by those weeks I mean this past Monday. You know that day when you forget your checkbook, get a ticket, forget to print something out, take a communication test and have a hard time with it, feel sick, have to make 150 copies of a four-page newsletter in an hour, almost miss two meetings AND get stressed out about a grab-a-date? Yeah, it was one of those. Not going home from about 8:50 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. is just stressful in itself and kind of hard to do when you live right next to the Commons. “Commitmenticism” is a troubling part of my life I’m attempting to overcome. With help from my friends and a few more clubs, I’m sure I’ll be as good as new.