I do not enjoy winging the important things in life. As much as I can be lazy with little things, tasks in my life are regimented, planned and thought out. When it comes to things like my majors, minors and required classes, I have an entire Excel spreadsheet dedicated to my plan. I have it broken down into subjects and years, and it is color coded and even programmed for yes and no entries (and, yes, I obviously have a yellow option for my in-progress classes). I am dead set on something, and, if I feel like I am in a downward spiral or something is out of my control, it is the time to create an all-encompassing plan.

When I finally started to get my grades back up at the end of the second semester, the world came crashing down. While my GPA rose, I still wasn't back to the comfort zone with my grades. I sat in my room one night completely spiraling. Running numbers like crazy, I planned out what my typical week should look like. I gave myself "X" amount of hours to study per credit per class, how many hours I will be in class, how much time a day I get to work out and even how many hours to relax, eat, shower, basically down to how many breaths I should be taking every minute. Someone would say this is completely unnecessary, but, if it helps, it helps.

Now, while I can be Type A and obsessive compulsive-like, my mother would beg to differ. While she knows I have most things under control, a lot of my cleanups don't happen till after the mess is made. While, with age I am learning, I still need that visual assistance and logical planning to think everything through.

My organizational personality comes in spurts which isn't an end-all. I remember in eighth grade compulsively reorganizing my room every weekend because it gave me purpose. My freshman year, I asked for a fancy pocket planner, "mom" calendar and Thirty-One Organizing totes. The planner failed about a month into my "get-your-life-together" act. Within my first few months of college, I created a working system for keeping due dates in line, and it evolved and dwindled and evolved once more.

My biggest problem with having a plan is changing it. I cannot bare to not know what I want. I had the opportunity to speak to anyone within my internship even if I had no contact with that department. I chose to speak to someone from Legal Services as law has always intrigued me. My conversation sparked the idea of double-majoring and changing what exactly I wanted to do for a future career. And, cue the existential crisis.

To me, knowing exactly what I am going to do with my future makes me feel secure, confident and sane. While many college students, when asked what their future looks like or even just their major is going to be, answer with "Undecided," the whole idea of that word gives me a heart attack. In every networking event, mixer, or small talk setting, I am typically one of my only friends that can give a direct answer as to what I want to be. As a freshman, that was ballsy. I had most seniors looking amazed; they didn't even know what they were going to do and graduation would be upon them in three months. But, hey, that's just who I am.

While my planning is both my strongest asset and biggest downfall, I can't help but continue with the way I do things. I am the woman with a plan and am not ashamed of it.