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Life Kava by Francis Worthing
January 18th, 2011 5:35 AM
The level and extent to which I can procrastinate on work (big important work--work I care about) terrifies and appalls me. When I don't have lots of work to do, I can be as prompt as anything, and telling myself that I am a good student is as easy as pie. As easy as two pie charts and the translation of a French paragraph. As easy as three short stories and an essay titled: What I Did this Summer.
I have four days in which to write two ten-to-twelve page papers that may or may not play some part in determining whether I can stay at the University of my dreams. These papers (along with a third, shorter one that I finished this morning--go me!-- and have the gall to be proud of, for Pete's sake) were assigned to me 13 weeks ago. If you are an English major, like I am, you should still be able to calculate that that comes to about three and a half months (it's okay if you want to count on your fingers).
Crunch time flatters no one, and yet, though I've done no work on my essays, I have been fantastically busy these last three months. I submit the following figures for your analysis:
Role-playing games I have suddenly taken an active interest in: 2 (two)
Email accounts I suddenly feel the need to check on a regular (every five minutes or so) basis: 3 (three)
Webcomics I have spontaneously re-read in their entirety: 4 (four)
Podcasts-whose-backlogged-episodes-have-been-piling-up-for-months listened to: 4 podcasts (four), over 90 (ninety) individual episodes
Hours spent on failblog: too many to count
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for the first time: 6 (six)
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for (at least) the second time: 17 (seventeen)*
*I kid you not. I can name each one of them. I might even be missing a few. Oh god. These are sobering figures.
Anyway, my point is that I am brilliant at finding things to do that are not the things I need to do. I have four days in which to write 20-24 (twenty to twenty-four) pages about topics which are more or less yet to be decided, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is what I am doing right now.
The fact that I am writing this at all and yet, somehow, still feeling at all confident that I will be able to finish my work in time, only goes to show that I am feeding (nay, over-feeding) my own delusions. And that scares the shit out of me.
I have four days in which to write two ten-to-twelve page papers that may or may not play some part in determining whether I can stay at the University of my dreams. These papers (along with a third, shorter one that I finished this morning--go me!-- and have the gall to be proud of, for Pete's sake) were assigned to me 13 weeks ago. If you are an English major, like I am, you should still be able to calculate that that comes to about three and a half months (it's okay if you want to count on your fingers).
Crunch time flatters no one, and yet, though I've done no work on my essays, I have been fantastically busy these last three months. I submit the following figures for your analysis:
Role-playing games I have suddenly taken an active interest in: 2 (two)
Email accounts I suddenly feel the need to check on a regular (every five minutes or so) basis: 3 (three)
Webcomics I have spontaneously re-read in their entirety: 4 (four)
Podcasts-whose-backlogged-episodes-have-been-piling-up-for-months listened to: 4 podcasts (four), over 90 (ninety) individual episodes
Hours spent on failblog: too many to count
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for the first time: 6 (six)
Seasons of television watched in their entirety for (at least) the second time: 17 (seventeen)*
*I kid you not. I can name each one of them. I might even be missing a few. Oh god. These are sobering figures.
Anyway, my point is that I am brilliant at finding things to do that are not the things I need to do. I have four days in which to write 20-24 (twenty to twenty-four) pages about topics which are more or less yet to be decided, and this, ladies and gentlemen, is what I am doing right now.
The fact that I am writing this at all and yet, somehow, still feeling at all confident that I will be able to finish my work in time, only goes to show that I am feeding (nay, over-feeding) my own delusions. And that scares the shit out of me.
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posted by Samantha on January 19th, 2011 12:02 PM
I hadn't thought of doing the task THIS way...
Very nice :)
posted by Francis Worthing on January 28th, 2011 1:43 AM
Hahaha. The essays got finished, somehow. Not well, no. I have no delusions about that any longer. But done is something!
Also, the bugs in my kitchen are most definitely cockroaches. I am never not wearing shoes in the kitchen again. Also, I should stop leaving food around my room.
Thanks for checking in! :)
Best of luck (and more particularly, skill) on your crunch.