I suppose procrastination is a part of my nature. In fact, I think it would be safe to say that nearly everything I have ever written for the paper, or classes in general for that matter, have been put off until what seems to be the last possible instant.
 
It is an awful habit. The quality of work that I could otherwise achieve is undoubtedly lost. I lose sleep over my procrastination, because I worry about not being able to complete assignments on time. I find it strange that I would do this to myself. I put off my responsibilities for leisure time which can not be thoroughly enjoyed, because of the nagging stress of incomplete tasks.
 
All in all, I probably end up spending more time thinking or worrying about an assignment than I would if I just set aside an appropriate time to actually focus on it. This structuring of time sounds easy, but my procrastination is a deep seeded habit of mine.
 
As I write this line it is 11:33 on Tuesday morning. The paper must be sent to the printer in the next few hours. The paper has even established earlier goals than what is required by our printer’s contract in hopes of tricking ourselves into getting it finished earlier, much like setting your clock earlier so that you make it to appointments on time.
 
I have found that putting things off produces some sort of motivation, possibly in the form of desperation, when the stress of immanent failure is near. In order to find this motivation, it is required that I postpone tasks.
 
It is now getting dangerously close to my deadline and I am beginning to sweat, my body is tense and I am cursing myself. I know that I cannot keep this mode of operation up if I want to achieve the goals I have for myself. So I look forward and half-heartedly promise to change my ways. Maybe next time I’ll be done with time to spare, and I’ll enjoy myself knowing that my responsibilities have been attended to. With another story finished in the nick of time, the memory of the stress is already fading.