I watch the professor go over PowerPoint slides and write side notes on the board. I watch him, but I am not listening. I write down a note I know I will not remember in five minutes, but it looks like I’m paying attention at least.

A frontal lobotomy is the process where they… Shoot, what was I supposed to do for my next class? Is my essay due today or next week? Wait, I lost focus.. Who was the doctor who performed that lobotomy?

My phone is buzzing, should I pick that up? No... Think about what Klein just said. Are we still on the process of fixing the brain? Oh no, we’re talking about the lab experiment with the rats.

After swimming in my thoughts for an hour and forty-five minutes, class is dismissed. I leave class, just like any other, feeling empty. What have I learned today, I think to myself daily. I don’t know, let me looks at my notes. I don’t have time to remember what I wrote down, I’m worried about if my outfit looks okay. The only compliment I have received was from that one girl.. What was her name again? My brain immediately comes up with another message. God is good. Odd timing, but I find it comforting. My brain calms down for a few seconds, but just a few seconds.

I head to my next class. I forgot that it was cancelled. Thank goodness, I needed that break. So what do I do now? I should work on writing a script for our news station that’s due tomorrow.

I end up not writing my script, I work on the project that I really want to do. I want to draw my version of a painting done by Picasso for art class, which isn’t due until next week. But my script is due tomorrow! I have to work on that, but maybe when I finish everything else.

That is how I do everything, I work on what I find most interesting and fun. God is good. Have I prayed today? I did, but I did not pray long enough. I figure out what I am in the mood for and work with.. What time is my next class?! Anyway, I work with what I want to do first. Can this girl please stop looking at me in the library?

My day finally ends. I go back to my dorm room and lay down. Still thinking those same thoughts. What did I accomplish? Not a thing. I finished all of my homework.. I think..

I relax and my thoughts are still spinning, but lessen as my eyes I get heavy. What’s wrong with me? I think. Why am I like this, so spastic? Then suddenly one last thought pops up and instantly, I am peaceful. God is good. God is with you. God made you unique in your own way.

Even though A.D.D. can be frustrating and disruptive, I can say that I get some of my most productive days and best ideas through it. I take medicine for it now, but that still doesn’t stop..Wait, where is my English book?.. my brain from overworking. Out of it all, I can proudly say that God made me.. God is good..,this way and he is the one who carries me through every chaotic day.

...Wait! My script was due this morning!