Procrastination=Irony... Sweet, Sweet Irony (Part I)

It should come as no surprise to anyone but, I am in college. And with college comes a few extra pounds, some new experiences, a broadening of horizons and views, and lots and lots of procrastination.

And much like graffiti taggers have turned graffiti into an art form, I have turned procrastination into an art form. Same with my room mate Will. We laugh at deadlines and subsequently cry when Thursday seemingly becomes next Tuesday.

You could say it is a problem but, you are not going to have any luck convincing me of such. I did however have an intervention/epiphany last week in Psychology. And this faux interpiphany (triple word score) came from the lesson plan entitled... you guessed it. Learning.

Now, you know in Middle School when the teacher was giving a lecture on good behavior and it seemed like the teacher made direct eye contact with you the whole time. Yeah, this was that kind of moment. My inner guilt was indescribable at that moment. I literally felt like I was suppose to stand up and say, "I am Aaron and I am a procrastinator."

You would think that a person would have a new perspective after that.

YOU WOULD THINK A PERSON WOULD HAVE A NEW PERSPECTIVE AFTER THAT.

But sure as Sandusky, that night/morning Will and I were diligently and frantically working on one 1200 word essay, around 240 short answer questions, and 5 400 word writercises.

Again we laugh at deadlines.... and cry too. And boy were we crying.

The most frequently said phrase during all of this, "Let this be rock-bottom." And we agreed it would be.

This work still had to get done though. And I really can not put into works what doing all of this work felt like. It was somewhere between Harry Potter when they wake up the three headed dog Fluffy and Young Frankenstein when Dr. Frankenstein locks himself in the room with the monster and tells Igor not to let him out not matter what he said.

For further enhancement and through youtube here is visual representation of that:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBCO_WpW5oQ

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu1DMSqTLyk

Actually, it was really all Young Frankenstein. As around 3:45 in the morning I was looking at my assignments saying, "Hello handsome!" Hoping that it would show mercy on me, and that the questions would miraculously      
change from important plot motifs in Greek tragedies to "Hey what is your favorite color Aaron?"

At about 3:45 and 45 seconds I realized that was not happening at all. Damn.

To make a long story shorter, I finished the work. In your face Medea. You may have killed your kids but you did not kill my esteem. I take that back, you wounded my esteem. What killed it was Philosophy.

Me at 5:30 in the morn or so, "Oh yeah, that reflection thingy."

So, I read the passage we had to read revolving around just and unjust actions. I swear to Allah irony is my middle name.

I breeze through the page and a half passage give my one page reflection. And a very good one mind you. And finally I say to myself, "Finally sleep."

Then my alarm went off. It was 7:30 in the morning.

BUT all of my work was done. So even though I was shaking more than well, a cold person, I defeated Fluffy.

College Student=1
Procrastination=0

Part II tomorrow... If I get to it.