I assign procrastination. I know that it's easier to "just get it done", and I know that it's a huge relief to know that I have all this free time with nothing to worry about, and yet
every
single
time
I can't resist putting things off until the last minute. My Tom Sawyer essay (that I've tried to write for a month, have to have done by morning, and still have to finish) is mouldering on my hard drive, and my Lia Lee essay was only completed two days ago. But I can't help it. I need to break my bad habits.
So I'll just send bad habits to Mordor. And the kind of parent that thinks that you being upset by other people organizing what you've already obsessively organized is a clear sign that you're nervous about leaving for college in the morning. I should have thought it would be obvious that I'm simply obsessive when it comes to packing.
