I wish I took more time to dedicate time to this blog. Not for others, of course, but for myself. As I find myself plunging into what may be the busiest semester/time of my life, I'm started to feel nervous & anxious. I'm ambitious. A little too ambitious. Look at me, the girl who pledged & couldn't handle pledging. Who cracked at all the stress & was constantly haven't break downs. Who would even begin to think I'm the same person.

It's weird. 'cause I think to myself: do it for my kids. I don't even know my kids. I'm sitting here editing documents & just day dreaming about my kiddos. Who knows how this semester is going to turn out. All I know is that by this time next week, I'll have children. It's starting to feel more & more real. What if we don't teach them well? What if they have issues about anything? I'm sitting here and I just keep thinking about them. What if we don't raise them well? What if they struggle? What if the semester is too hard for them? What if it's too easy? These kids better learn to respect older members and cherish those letters. This organization may be all inclusive, but it doesn't mean we take anyone. It's for hard working individuals. I want to harness individuals that'll give back to the Chapter. Welcome those who care & those who identify. Goodbye dead weight. All you do it piss me off.

I'm not concerned with the opinions of people in the chapter. I'm concerned about my kids. I guess this is what real moms feel. I think about them more than me, and I'm taking on a lot this semester. There I go again thinking of others before me.