it's almost 2:30am and where am i? in the library of course. coming into this week i had one quiz, two exams, one midterm, and a very important volleyball match in four consecutive days. did i study last week in anticipation of the crazy work load i would have to deal with? of course i didn't. did i wait until the night before to prepare for all my quizzes, exams and midterms? absolutely. last week consisted of me sitting in front of the tv and watching all my favorite shows and going to bed before midnight. now i find myself in the library and unsure of when i'll even be leaving, let alone going to bed. hindsight is 20/20, but i now see my blaring mistake. although i am complaining about all the stressful events occurring my life this week, i brought this stress upon myself. for some reason, i have never been able to do anything productive until right around the last minute. it's almost as if i thrive under the pressure of the deadline and that is when i produce my best work, or so it has proved true thus far in my life. i recall beginning to read a 400+ page novel 4 days before the final over the entire novel for my freshman year english course, and finishing right on time, might i add. countless papers crammed out at the last minute, only to receive high marks. the list goes on and on. this may seem extreme, but this type of procrastination has always been present in my life. papers, studying, homework assignments, etc; all involve devastating amounts of procrastination. i always tell myself that i will change this semester, that i will study days in advance and actually produce rough drafts and the like. does it ever happen? take a wild guess...
"if it's not broken, don't fix it." - anonymous
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