Procrastination: A Narrative
PM found me in front of a glowing computer screen yet again. The essay was assigned weeks ago, but I was cursed with the bad habit of procrastinating. I spent hours everyday browsing statuses on Backbone, watching videos on Youth, and reading tweets on Twitter; procrastination had become a lifestyle. I had an essay due tonight at 1 1 :59 PM and I had been staring blankly at the empty page, praying for any inspiration to come to me. Sweat slowly trickled down the side of my face. Every second brought a sharp “tick! Room the clock; every second caused my stomach to sink lower and lower. I started to feel the pressure increasing second by second as time crept closer and closer to the deadline. Hastily, I wrote my introduction like it was nothing; a simple four sentence introductory paragraph. Words were flying through my head, channeling all the way down to my fingers. Abruptly, I looked at the clock and it was already 11 PM. I told myself, “l can do this. It’s a lot easier than I thought! “. I felt the adrenaline rush kick in as I started to write my body paragraph.
I craved the euphoria that I felt as I wrote my essay; the pressure that overwhelmed me was simultaneously fuel to my mind. The time passed 1 1 PM and I was typing my essay faster than ever, carelessly dismissing grammatical errors. As I slaved away on my essay, I realized the quickly diminishing time left was my true motivation. It was now 11:58 PM. I swiftly dragged my essay on the computer into the designated folder where it was due and turned it in with a large sigh of relief. Also, this is a true story.