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Planning is not my forte*. I know what it is and what its purpose is, but I just never seem to be able to do it. At the start of each year in secondary school every student was given a planner, and a big bowl of apathy. Both seemed as useless as each other, but they were handed out every year without fail. I never made much use of the apathy and the planner just became my daily graffiti journal, a place I could perfect my ‘2K2′ tag. Writing the date in a cool way seemed to be my primary pre-occupation at that time, and it was clearly very important to me.
I do remember once a teacher told me off because I had forgotten to bring my planner to school that day. The next time I had it they…
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