I used to be the worst procrastinator - always putting everything off until the last minute, and then busting my behind to get it done. I was lucky, because I never had to learn my lesson about being a procrastinator. During my first three years of college, I don't ever remember doing a single assignment in advance. I would wait until the night before, then pound away at my keyboard to get my papers, projects, and other miscellaneous assignments pumped out. I always seemed to do pretty well - and never did I receive a bad grade because of it.
I remember my freshman year during English Comp I. I had to write a paper for my midterm. My classmates panicked, stressed, and worked on their midterms for days and days. I didn't even crack my book until the day before it was due. I sat at my computer for a little over an hour - and I was done. One of my classmates laughed at me, and told me how sorry I would be. Of course, I should mention how much my professor had gone on and on about not procrastinating - he expected us to draft, revise, edit and then type up the final product - a product that would take at least a week. I turned my paper in the next day - and two days later, I received my grade: 95%. The laughing classmate received a 87%...and she had done exactly what she was supposed to and had spent about 5 days working on it. What can I say, I was blessed with the gift of B.S. HA!
Alas, my procrastination days are over. Not by choice, by necessity. I no longer have the pleasure of waiting until the night before to knock out a paper. I'm now in a situation where I have to spend almost every night pounding away right here at the computer - or nothing will ever get done. There's always lesson plans to write, reflections, papers for class - not to mention the curriculum unit I'm designing that's due in about 7 weeks that requires so many parts that it will take 7 weeks to put it all together. This is now the reason I get so excited about weekends. Most people celebrate the coming of the weekend as their days to relax - I celebrate the coming of the weekend because it means I get two whole days to sit in front of my computer and try to get caught up on some work.
Of course, the work never gets caught up. I just get less behind. I'm happy with that. I think all of my classmates and I are happy if we're not drowning - we just want to have our heads above water. Although, we never really get two whole days to work - weekends mean other stuff we have to do. This weekend, for example, I'm going to a baby shower and Prairie Dawn has been invited to a birthday party. Then I have to factor in grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning house - things that have to be done on the weekend, cause they sure aren't going to get done during the week. Ah, all work and no pay....and no, I didn't misspell that - the life of a student teacher.
If you have the pleasure of getting to relax this weekend, do some for me - will ya? If not, know that there's someone else in your shoes.
"All work and no play may be a hard concept to grasp now - but it won't be long before the motto becomes 'all work and great pay'. Not necessarily money - but the hard work will pay off."Till next time. ;)