Ode to Procrastination
This is my formal statement of recognition that I am indeed a procrastinator. I’ve never had a problem getting stuff done too late, which is consistent with the fact that I am currently writing this after the due date for our articles (sorry Hannah).
But yes, I am every teacher’s worst nightmare and my own archnemesis. I typically don’t like to call out my faults, but being self-aware is better than living in blissful ignorance. I mean, I know it’s not good to wait until last minute to get stuff done, but I do it anyways.
I frequently refer to myself as someone who “works best under pressure,” which I guess is true when I have to write an entire paper the day that it is due (and get it done in time). Although it is something I want to work on, I truly do believe that I work best in a high-pressure environment.
It’s almost like receiving positive reinforcement every time I do something last minute. I mean, the work that I can do in a short amount of time isn’t totally sh*tty and it’s helped me pass all my classes (yikes I hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt).
I also like to refer to myself as a productive procrastinator, you know? Like instead of doing a homework assignment that seriously needs to get done, I’ll clean my room first, or call my parents to check in, or do something like the Wordle or Duolingo. (I was held against my will to say the last part, the green owl knows where I live.)
At the end of the day, I will always be a procrastinator, even though I will always live with the constant stress of not having work done and will probably never know what it is like to relax for more than five minutes.
