I'm sure this will come as no surprise but I am a horrible procrastinator. It's been an issue of mine for a while and something that has certainly caused it's fair share of problems. During my junior year of high school, the morning bus ride was often spent doing a last minute entry into the journal I had to keep for my English class. I would sit on the bus, with my journal on my lap and a bottle of white-out, quickly throwing together something that would appease that day's requirements. Admittedly I would get away with it though, generally pulling out good grades with honest responses like having no clue what to write about or even admitting that I hated that particular topic. I think this did help develop my voice a little bit though, giving me that mix of honesty and dry self-deprecating humor. But that didn't really help with the many examples from college of me waiting till the last minute on my papers.
The worst time was probably in my sophomore year. I forget what class the paper was for, or if it was actually for two papers, but I ended up attempting to pull two all nighters in a row. I'm sure you can guess how well that worked out. I managed to finish my paper the second night a little earlier than I thought I would, so I decided to catch a cat nap before I started studying for my French final that day. I can't tell you what exactly woke me up, but it certainly wasn't my phone's alarm. I looked at the time and realized that it was 11:40 in the morning. Now this was problematic in a couple of ways. First, the paper I had been working on the night before was due at noon in my professor's mailbox over in the Cathedral of Learning. Second, my French final had started at 10. Well I panicked and ran to the fifth floor of the cathedral to turn my paper in and then ran to see if I could find my TA for French. Luckily my usual anal retentive nature meant that I had never missed a class before this, causing my TA to legitimately be worried about me. So she arranged it for me to take the part of the final I missed with another class that afternoon. When I caught up with my roommate later in the day, I was lamenting the fact that my alarm failed to go off causing me to miss my final. She looked at me like I was crazy and told me that it did go off. I apparently just growled when she asked if I was getting up, turned it off, and rolled back over to sleep. Not exactly my brightest moment. You would think that I would have learned my lesson and tried to change my ways. But can't say that I really have. I've definitely had one too many posts on here where I end up complaining that I don't give myself enough time to write these or that I've let the quality slip. I've also started to post at later and at more erratic times than when I started this back in September. I have no real right to complain though, there's plenty of self-help things out there to try and break my habits (my mom forwards me plenty of them since she has the same issues). There's also the fact that I do enjoy doing this blog and finding the stories behind these stickers, so I really should be giving myself the time to do this justice. I was remarking to a good friend of mine that I should get my shit together and stop procrastinating, so she suggested I find a sticker that let me discuss procrastination. I figured this was good idea, letting me admit my problem since that is the first step to change right. So I picked one of my favorite disintegrating stickers and put it out there. Not sure how well it's working though, considering the time that this is going up, but hopefully it was a little funny at least.
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