Procrastination is the name of the game in college. Regardless of your major or time management skills, every student ends up procrastinating at some point. For me, procrastination hits me at the end of every week when I finally realize I am actually at school and need to do work. That’s why I spend almost every Saturday studying in the library. It’s mildly depressing, but somebody has to pay those student loans, and my parents say it will be me. However, I procrastinate even then, as I am writing this instead of working. Oh well, here’s the story of me doing work at the library.
Chapter 1. Preparation
For some reason, I stay up until around 2 am every Friday night, usually for no reason at all. Then, I wake up at noon, realizing I have to finish all my work by the time the library closes at five. I practically fall asleep if I don’t have a Gatorade to keep me going (the fight against a caffeine addiction continues). At this point, I have to figure out just how much homework I have been avoiding all week, and that is a task in and of itself.
Chapter 2. More procrastination.
Simply writing down how much homework I have adds to my headache, so I figure I can take a break. That’s when I move to Netflix or, if I feel like a child, I play video games on my laptop.
Chapter 3. The silence.
I don’t know if you can tell by my writing, but I am a loud person. When the only sound I hear is my keyboard clicks, I want to chop my hands off. In truth, the silence is deafening. A sneeze is like an earthquake, and nobody even says, “God bless you.” It’s like the beginning of the breakfast club, except I volunteered to be here. I wonder what would happen if I started blasting music. Would someone tell me to stop? Are there even librarians around? These are the social experiments that need to take place.
Chapter 4. Actually doing work
Have you ever noticed how gloomy a library is? Unless you’re in the coffee shop on the first floor, every person would rather be somewhere else. I find myself looking out the window wishing I was playing soccer. Soccer! But no, I am dedicating my time to an essay on St. Augustine’s Confessions. Here’s a confession: I didn’t read it. Oops.
Chapter 5. Leaving.
Here comes the second "Breakfast Club" reference. When I leave the library after (hopefully) finishing all of my work, I throw up my fist like Judd Nelson at the end of the movie. I have so much energy from being cooped up in the library I practically sprint back to the dorm so I can stay up until 2 a.m. again, and repeat the entire process again the next day.
