Let there be peace on earth

Two weeks ago, mom warned me about my schedule. Well, not exactly my "schedule", but how I manage my time. You see, I've been biting off more than what I can chew. I've broken down a number of times due to stress. You don't get it, do you? She thinks I suck at priorities.

I. Suck. At priorities.

This is my stand. I also have my own priorities. Who is to tell me that my priorities are wrong? Okay, I will list my what my mom thinks should be my priorities and what my real priorities are.

Mom's:

1. Studies

2. Family

3. Budgeting

4. Badminton

5. Play

6. Friends

...Or maybe the play should come before badminton. I'm not so sure.

Mine:

1. Friends

2. Food

3. Play

4. Badminton

5. Family

6. Budgeting

7. Studies

I'm not going to die if I don't exactly prioritize my studies. Come oooon.