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Week 8 Progress

I did not start off great as far as keeping a regular schedule going for this class.  The first couple of weeks, my projects were almost always turned in on Monday morning, and I actually did not do the project for the first week, keeping me back by a whole week.  Eventually, however, I started to get a more regular schedule, using the time that I had between classes on Monday and Tuesday to finish all of the other assignments.  Then I would do the project and feedback either on Thursday or Friday.  I feel much better about that kind of system that I have now than what I was doing before.
Looking forward, I hope to keep up this kind of schedule, wherein all of the other assignments are done by Wednesday and my project and feedback are done by Friday.  This lets me keep my free weekends and enjoy going out and football as well.

This image really spoke to me and helped ignite a small spark of motivation deep within me.

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