The Right Pace
Procrastination is the answer to all my problems. It lets me stay out late the night
before a huge English essay is due so that I can get it done an hour and a half before it is
due in the school library. Never. In fact, almost all the homework that I’ve ever finished
has been done little more than an hour before it is due.
Not to say that it’s the wisest course of actions, but neither I nor any reasonable
teenager likes to do homework at their actual house. That’s just ridiculous. Doing
homework? At a house? How stupid is that? Take this paper as an example. I neither
typed it at home nor even planned for it at home. Why would I do such a pointless thing
when there are computers to type with, and class time to plan at school? Practice makes
perfect, and I certainly have had a lot of experience with procrastination; I am proud to
say that I have a black belt in procrastination.
Among the many wonderful things that procrastination does for me is it allows
me to hang out with my friends, work a full time job, and get all of my schoolwork done,
all without one interfering with another. Another is that it allows me to do all my
homework in a busy fashion. I frequently perform better if I am both under stress and
really busy. When I am busy and stressed, I ]get a flow going that allows me to get things
done quickly and efficiently without having to think too much. For example; studying for
a French test the hour before I take it is enough to make my grade skyrocket.
Procrastination is my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It sets a certain
pace for anyone involved, and just the thought of everyone and everything moving at an
organized pace would drive me right off the wall. Procrastination is not only the concept
of putting things off until the last moment, it is a way of life, and it is the one that keeps
everything moving at a disorganized pace, and the world doesn’t recognize how
important this is until they are old and they wish that they could relive their life in a way
that keeps you on your toes and on the edge of our seat.
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