bookweirm has learned a valuable lesson about procrastination—but don't admit that to her parents.—Sparkitors
Helloooooooooooooooo Sparkle-glutei maximi (that's Sparklebutts for the latin-impaired)! You may remember my last post, where I gave you a step-by-step guide to procrastination. Well, I am sorry to inform you that I have followed my own instructions far too well.
You see, when you are a first year university student, you are bound to make some mistakes. And I did the worst. Possible. Frackingest. Thing. Ever.
It all started when I walked into my first-year psych course. The instructor bombarded us with info that scared some people so badly they dropped out as soon as they heard the word midterms. I was just glad she didn’t say finals. Anywho, this is a weekly class; you come in every week, you plonk yourself down for three hours straight (fine, we have a 10 minute break!), and try to absorb as much info as possible before you walk out, knowledge trailing behind you like a tissue stuck to your shoe. So our first midterm was coming up. Big deal, right? 3 chapters from our textbook, meh. Info we learned from lectures and in-class videos. Meh. Definitions of key terms from our glossary from the 3 chapters. Easy peasy, right?
Wrong. Oh, was I wrong.
I spent the three weeks before the midterm doing things like reading Graceling and Fire, reorganizing my bookshelf, becoming a neat freak (cleaning my closet then cleaning my desk, then doing that again for the next few days), procrastinating on assignments that were due... all that good stuff I’d loved to do in the first semester of classes—basically, exactly what I’d wanted to do in my high school life.
You see, in high school, I never procrastinated. I never skipped a class. So I developed this need to skip, throw paper around, and say I don’t care—and when I got to university, this pent-up, ticktockingly explosive bomb was primed to explode.
So, what am I trying to say exactly? I'm trying to say that I walked into the examination room feeling like a huge pile of cow poop because of my lack of sleep and lack of studying, and I walked out feeling like a lowlier pile of cow poop because I’d succeeded in bombing my first ever psychology midterm. I’m lucky if I get a D.
I am also trying to say that I have learned a lesson—of course, I’d never admit this to my parents. When they asked me about my midterm, I told them I’d done fabulously and guessed at a “few” multiple choice questions. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
SO, my fellow Sparklers, here's the lesson: If you are in high school, it’s okay to take a day off. Seriously, if you need to relax, do it, or it will come back to bite you in the butt. But if you are in university: do not take 5 courses like I am doing. Please don’t. This isn’t like high school where you took 8 courses and thought it was fine. This is real, fracking life.
Do you think you can learn something from my experience? Or is it like my psychology textbook says, “learning from anecdotes is BS because it can’t be applied to everyone”?( Or, ye know, something along those lines. )
Do you think procrastinating in college is way worse than procrastinating in high school?