The Slacker

The name is Wes 257^th in my class in high school, 3.0 GPA, award winning all American slacker.  I’m a charmer or a trickster and I could always talk my teachers into passing me.  It’s not that I’m lazy it’s a matter of motivation, why would I study something I am never going to use again. When I started writing this I thought it would be prudent to get a snack and here I am three days later, finally remembering to write this blog. High school was always pretty simple. I did enough to pass and sometimes I had to talk them into passing me, I’ve only ever failed one class in high school. So as you can guess college was looking pretty bleak, how would I remember to do all that paper work? Luckily I knew someone that could help with this daunting task. My mother just happened to be a college consulter thingy, which basically means she kicked me into high gear on finding out which college I wanted to go to, applying and eventually picking a school. Now after her dogging me and pushing me for two years I’ve decided to go to The University of Redlands in Redlands, California, a sweet liberal arts school that allows me to design my own major.

So I’ve gotten into the dream school, now what? I find myself worrying about being a Texan in a cool liberal area. I mean granted every one of my friends knows I dislike Texas to a degree, but the kids there don’t know. It’s a little nerve wracking knowing that you’re going to a completely new place, with new people and a new life. What if college is too hard? What if I slack again? I would like to excel in some way. I will keep writing these blogs so that all my kin (slackers) can know what to expect, even though they’re probably too lazy to check my blog.