Every Monday morning is like the beginning of 7th grade.
"This time," I vow, "I'm going to keep organized. I'm going to get my work done on time, know where everything is and really stay on top of things."
By Wednesday, my Trapper Keeper is spilling its contents all over the place, my assignments are strewn about my room and my pencil box has emptied itself into the bottom of my backpack.
This is where I spout my brilliance.
