Overachievers Anonymous

I think about writing and what to write about all the time now. Every conversation, everything that happens to me goes into the "maybe I will write about this" file. And then I get to choose what I share and what I don't. I've never been the kind of person that is really censored, conversely I never planned to be in my own little form of reality hanging it all out there for anyone to see, but, that is the reality of doing this since others can read it besides me.

So, the other day a friend of mine said it was really cool that I was letting people (and by people I mean I am up to about 10 readers) see my neurosis. Those were not his exact words, but that was the gist of it. You know, the whole I'm a bit more concerned about germs than the average person, perhaps my intense dislike of bugs, those types of things. Maybe we don't all broadcast them, but we all have them, don't we? Here's another one of mine - I'm a bit more compulsive than I used to be and have an inane need to do well, and by well I mean nothing less than 100%. I'm sure back in the day my parents would have appreciated my need to achieve, and there is something to be said about caring how well you do, but perfection, really?

As you know, I attended my first class on Sanitation just last week on Wednesday. My instructor informed us that day that all our homework was online and was to be submitted that way. In addition, he told us that if we like, we can actually go online and do all our homework for his class ahead of time. Twenty something years ago that would have meant to me that I would attempt to complete 14 chapters of homework ten minutes before they were due. Now, it means that by Saturday, a mere 3 days after I was told I could pre-do my homework, I had in fact completed every assignment. And I was pissed. Why? Because I got 4 questions wrong and have a 97.6% grade on my homework. So there you have it, I really really want to do well. I want an "A" but this class is hard, and I am not sure I can sustain this grade level come test time. Memory is key, there are a lot of numbers and weird sounding bacterias and viruses, I have to know my Listeria from my Shigella, and symptoms are strikingly similar. Diarrhea? Check? Cramps? Uh huh.

By the way, did I tell you I am deathly afraid to fly?