That time of year again.

6/01/2008 12:58:00 pm

It used to be that at the start of a new semester I would promise myself that this time it would be different: I would stay on top of all my readings, come to class prepared, start assignments in advance, and just in general be incredibly organised.

I've come to a point however, where I don't even make that promise to myself anymore because I've finally accepted that I'm a dyed-in-the-wool procrastinator and there's nothing I can do to change it. I have spent the last four Saturdays doing nothing except think about the essay I have due on Monday and how I really should be starting it, and I have spent the last four Sundays wishing I had forced myself to start writing yesterday. And yet, nothing changes.

So again, I find myself with a 1500 word essay due in 24hours, and I'm currently sitting on 400 words exactly. What better time to take a break? The problem you see, with this particular essay, is that even though it's only short I have no idea what it's about. To be honest, I ceased to even know what the course was about 5 weeks ago. It's like pulling out my own teeth one at a time: I sit for what seems like hours, desperately trying to pull something coherent out of my mind-fog, only to check the word count (again...) and see that I've only written 16 words.

What to do, what to do? I went to yum cha yesterday with JM and Mike in the city. I won't even let myself feel guilty about it because it's not like I would have actually done anything had I stayed at home (and when I did get home, I just watched youtube, I love you Björn Gustafsson). That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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