September 15, 2011

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Procrastinating Only lately have I decided that I am not, in fact, a procrastinator; I simply de-prioritize what I really don’t like doing. For things that I care about, I have recently started working ahead and gaining time to perfect my work. I say recently because I have really needed to grow into this. In high school, I would put off the “huge” 5-page paper until the night before, then type away furiously until it was done. I can’t even remember proofreading. In early college, despite having a full semester’s worth of assignments immediately available thanks to my syllabi, I gave myself a weekend to work on the “fairly intimidating” 10-pager due on Monday. After I married, I began working full time, but still had classes to finish. So I started to work way ahead on classes I liked (I had all of my novels read for Victorian Novel before I withdrew halfway into the semester due to health reasons), and plugged methodically away at the classes I didn’t. I still enjoyed the plugging away part, mostly because it was a break from a job I liked even less. After I had kids, though, I realized if I wanted to fit all of the things I cared about into one single semester—fall—I needed to get busy months ahead of time. So I did. The 20-page graduate paper turned into an easy-cause-I-did-my-research 30-pages, and I have stacks of recruit mailings ready to go out the door for Randolph volleyball. It appears I am no longer the procrastinator I used to be. So if I have learned my lesson, why am I blogging right now instead of grading papers?

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