Come Back Kid

I was never a planner.

Back in Grade 2, I had agreed with a friend to visit him during the summer. I was personally excited to do this, since it would be the first time to visit a friend. I didn't plan anything, though, and for some reason I told my family that we just agreed on a date.

When the date arrived and I came to visit, no one answered the door. I probably got the dates wrong, as I'm very bad with memory, but he could have forgotten too. Bottom line is, we didn't plan.

High school. I was the crammer. We have a long test? Study in the morning. An assignment? Do it in classes before the actual homework class. I generally succeeded, if not for the occasional missed homeworks.

College? I didn't even plan schedules. I took was what available because I always registered late.

I'm not particularly proud of this trait, but I do pull off a few amazing things once in a while.\

Like that time I had a pre-final calculus grade of F. I crammed studying for the exam, and I did well enough to merit a Final Grade of D.

And again, here's another late rally. A consolation of sorts.

It's cheap, it's personal, it's long-awaited.

Happy Anniversary Hun. 3 years and infinity to go.