But clearly, I'm not focusing. I'm blogging instead. I went to my blog and then started catching up on all of your blogs (I sure do miss all of you. I wish you lived closer, or I lived closer, or something closer). I thought about Amy and how long it's been since I've seen her and her boys are growing so fast and day after tomorrow one of them might break with tradition and come to BYU-I.
And then I realize that I'm doing it again. It is procrastinating. It is finding all these other things to do besides what I should be doing. I used to do it in graduate school. I would have a paper to write and I would clean the house, do the laundry, fix dinner, and when there was literally nothing else for me to do (or Randy was
The problem here is that all those papers are already whipped out. I just need to whip out the grades.
I should have been a math teacher.
