My first semester of college is over and now I am recovering from finals with a skewed sleeping pattern. In retrospect, the perfectionist side of myself is berating me for my overall effort. The slacker in me is beaming with pride; a job well done. I'm proud of my A's in my more challenging classes, but my semi-decent grade in British Literature is NOT reflective of my knowledge, but of my effort.
I learned to the extent of academic hell my severe case of procrastination can get me into: I didn't pull all-nighters, instead, I didn't sleep for three days. Not consecutively, of course. In my last final on Friday, I had two coffees on an empty stomach and an unrested mind. I had the craziest caffeine induced jitters, I couldn't even concentrate and I needed to pee. I got a B.
Now all I can do is rethink next semester's "ANTI-procrastination" strategy to get things done; However, that is in the back of my mind right now. I've got a lot going on right now to deal with before we can talk about January 19th, 2010.
