Ahhh procrastination, what a complicated relationship we have with thee. We know that you're bad for us, and yet like a moth drawn to the flame we consistently find ourselves wrapped up in your suffocating grip. You are simultaneously our strongest strongest ally and fiercest foe. You allow us to catch up on Netflix and shirk our responsibilities one day, then the next you cause premature baldness and stammered worries about the future.
Personally, I've used you to finish many things on my to do list, but it's never what I need to get done. Instead of writing a term paper last semester, I used you to help me finally organize all of my ties by color. That's obviously very important. Often I have found myself doing homework far in advance of the deadline just so I could continue to push back something due in a few hours. I will also "use the bathroom" more often when I have some type of unsavory schoolwork on my plate just so I have an excuse to get up and walk around and do anything else besides doing what needs to be done. It's utter madness, and it's a madness that you create.
Sure, you can put this madness back onto us and point out that we let you in to do your work, but let's try to be civil. While you get a bad rap for the terror you often bring upon our GPAs, we mustn't forgot the friendships and memories forged by your exploits. After all, it is established fact that stories told during finals week are ten times funnier than usual and that White Castle is inherently better after midnight. The shared experience of using you and then inevitability freaking out because of it pulls us together in ways that few avenues can. I owe you some of my fondest friendships.
I also tend to go by the mantra "I work best under pressure." However, because of you I only work under pressure. I honestly have no gauge for my work when I have substantial time to do it. But is this not what our education system sets us up for? For example, in my engineering calculus courses we were practically programmed to study for our weekly tests on just the night before. We had new material up until Monday, a quiz on Tuesday, and then a test every Thursday.
This doesn't seem too terrible until you realize that all of us had three to five other classes to stay afloat in. Procrastination, you are just a by-product of a frenzied and follied education system, and we will continue to be indoctrinated in your ways. We are set up for late nights filled with coffee, Taco Bell, and friends, and while most people view you with a sense of ire, I have only one thing to say: thank you.
