Procrastination. I have been putting things off since before I was born, arriving three weeks later than my expected due date and cementing my future as one defined by avoidance. All through middle and high school I ignored homework assignments and projects until the night before they were due, driving my very organized and responsible mother crazy. In college I wrote my entire senior thesis a mere 12 hours before I was required to hand it over to my professor, although I did conduct all of my research beforehand (I'm not a complete masochist). Now that I am a teacher one would think I'd have my act together, spitting out batches of corrected homework and quizzzes almost as soon as they graced my desk, but alas, I am constantly scrambling up until that first bell to assess my students' brilliant work and enter all the scores in my grade book. Unfortunately, the enticing arms of procrastination stretch beyond the educational setting, swaddling me tenderly with false ideas about how often laundry should be done, the garbage needs to be taken to the dumpster, and groceries should appear in the refrigerator. I blame my superior reasoning skills for my dilly-dally attitude - I can spout off a litany of legitimate excuses for putting off what can always be done tomorrow. If I am out of food I can always go to mom's; if I run out of clean underwear there's a Target just around the corner; if I'm not in the mood to write my blog I can simply write about not wanting to write my blog. Well, you get the idea. Jason, as a person who has his fingers in many pies, I imagine you are fairly regimented and can multi-task almost as well as Martha Stewart (without the condescending smile). Perhaps your dedication to getting things done will inspire me to respond to email within twenty-four hours, scrub my bathroom more than once every three months, and open the Beatles RockBand box that has been sitting in my hallway since September. And if you are actually a procrastinator in sheep's clothing, at least we can commiserate together (but not right now).Thursday, May 6, 2010
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Procrastination. I have been putting things off since before I was born, arriving three weeks later than my expected due date and cementing my future as one defined by avoidance. All through middle and high school I ignored homework assignments and projects until the night before they were due, driving my very organized and responsible mother crazy. In college I wrote my entire senior thesis a mere 12 hours before I was required to hand it over to my professor, although I did conduct all of my research beforehand (I'm not a complete masochist). Now that I am a teacher one would think I'd have my act together, spitting out batches of corrected homework and quizzzes almost as soon as they graced my desk, but alas, I am constantly scrambling up until that first bell to assess my students' brilliant work and enter all the scores in my grade book. Unfortunately, the enticing arms of procrastination stretch beyond the educational setting, swaddling me tenderly with false ideas about how often laundry should be done, the garbage needs to be taken to the dumpster, and groceries should appear in the refrigerator. I blame my superior reasoning skills for my dilly-dally attitude - I can spout off a litany of legitimate excuses for putting off what can always be done tomorrow. If I am out of food I can always go to mom's; if I run out of clean underwear there's a Target just around the corner; if I'm not in the mood to write my blog I can simply write about not wanting to write my blog. Well, you get the idea. Jason, as a person who has his fingers in many pies, I imagine you are fairly regimented and can multi-task almost as well as Martha Stewart (without the condescending smile). Perhaps your dedication to getting things done will inspire me to respond to email within twenty-four hours, scrub my bathroom more than once every three months, and open the Beatles RockBand box that has been sitting in my hallway since September. And if you are actually a procrastinator in sheep's clothing, at least we can commiserate together (but not right now).
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