He who laughs last…

April 9, 2008

Procrastinators Unite!

Filed under: Introspection, Rebellion — Tags: , — Rachel @ 10:12 pm

We work tomorrow for a better today.

What I do

Throughout my academic career, society has made it a point to make procrastination look really, really bad. And like the sheep that we all are, we believe them. But has anyone ever stopped and reconsidered this prevalent attitude? Is procrastination really as bad as people say?

No. It’s not.

Seriously. It’s my personal belief that procrastination implies completion. Well, okay. I know that’s a big assumption to make, but think about it. When someone says, “I procrastinated on my paper last night,” what assumption do you make? A) The person didn’t finish the paper or B) The person finished it, but it took some time to get there. (The answer is B, yo.) Procrastination is just delaying some action for another time, and eventually, delayed actions are completed.

Take, for example, the story of how I came into existence. My mother told me I was supposed to be born in early July. Instead, I came about three weeks late and was born toward the end of the month. Sure, I put off being born, but I still went through with it, didn’t I?

Still, some might ask why you’d even put something off in the first place. Well, maybe your heart just isn’t in it at the time. In some cases, you shouldn’t do something if you’re not throwing yourself 100% into what it is you’re doing. Let’s go back to the story of my birth. Can you imagine if I went into this being born thing with only 50% the ambition? <Insert a comical visual of a baby who halfway through the birthing process decided to change her mind and stop what she was doing> I needed to procrastinate. I needed that time to feel fully motivated into being born.

I think it paid off because come July 27, I was ready to make my entrance. On that day, I was at 100%, which I’m sure my mother appreciated (I’d like to think it was a team effort and my contribution was beneficial). And let me just say that what resulted was a beautiful birth.*

As you can see, procrastination isn’t really that bad. Things still get done, and sometimes, a person just needs to take some time away from the task they’re doing so they can come back even more energized to complete the task.

Tonight, for instance, I have to write a paper. I am in no way whatsoever motivated to write said paper. But! Will I do my assignment? Yes. Will I do it well? I’ll sure try. Will I do it now? Heck no. I’ll do it when the time is right. [Edit: Finished at 11:49]

In summary, procrastination isn’t that bad. That’s it.

By the way, my time management skills really aren’t as bad as I might make it seem. Really.

For more information on procrastination, go to the source of pretty much all my knowledge, Wikipedia, where you can learn what type of procrastinator you are!

*Actually, my mom has made it clear that out of her four kids, my birth was probably the hardest and most frustrating… Sorry, Mom! I’ll try to make it up to you by being easy to raise. Oops, too late for that.

May 29, 2007

I surrender

Filed under: Aside, Rebellion — Rachel @ 10:22 pm

My hunger strike is over. I couldn’t help it. My mom made that spaghetti that I really like…

Oh how weak my will is…

May 27, 2007

Running away

Filed under: Rebellion — Rachel @ 3:28 pm

So… last night, I ran away.

Only for about half an hour though. My older sister just pissed me off, so I left. As I was walking, I thought about leaving for good. I had always wanted to run away from home, and I figured that now that I was already out of the house, this could be my chance. But the longer I walked, the more I realized that I hadn’t thought this out very well. First of all, I didn’t have any clothes aside from what I was wearing, not to mention I forgot to wear socks. Second, I didn’t bring any money. Or my iPod. And finally, I had no idea where I was going. You know, I always imagined that when I finally ran away, I would have some sort of plan and would be somewhat prepared… Ha, so much for that.

So, I thought and thought about it and decided I would walk to a nearby elementary school, hang out at the playground for a little bit, and then head back home. However, going to the school meant leaving my neighborhood and walking across this scary-ass narrow bridge. Well, I managed to leave my neighborhood, but when I got to the bridge, I just stopped in my tracks. There the bridge stood. Taunting me. An obstacle in my journey. It knew that I hated it. Driving across it was hard enough, and if there were pedestrians, I would hold my breath as the car passed them even if I wasn’t the one driving.

So there I was. Alone with the bridge. The road wasn’t very busy, but it was getting dark and I happened to be wearing dark clothes. And by the time I’d finally leave the playground and head home it would be even darker. With that, I cursed the bridge and turned around. But instead of heading back home immediately, I turned into another neighborhood and walked around. And after a while, I went home.

Thus ends my tale of running away. Who knew that college students still did that? I don’t know. Maybe they don’t. Anyway, when my parents got home that night, my mom lectured me after my sister tattled. I didn’t fight back even though I had spent the night building a strong defense for my actions. Yet when it came down to it, I stayed silent. And now I’m depressed. Well, maybe not depressed. I’m sad. And I’m on a bit of a hunger strike. Which is hard since my family bought McDonald’s and just had to tempt me with Snack Wraps. Ugh. Why must I love them?

Well, we’ll see how long I can keep this strike up.

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