It's that time of year again. The leaves have almost all fallen (except for the stubborn leaves on our Oak tree, they've been dead now for two weeks and refuse to let go), the temperature is dropping , slippers are becoming a necessity, and lo and behold, it's Paper Season. Every semester at this time, I create a list of all of the papers that I have to write, what class they're for, when they're due and when I aim to have them finished. And every semester at this time, I tend to ignore the little schedual that I have made for myself.
The more papers I have to write, the more intimidated I am to write them, and the more I procrastinate. However, the more I procrastinate, the less time I have to write more papers. The less time I have to write the papers, the more I become stressed out and intimidated, and the less I write the papers. It really is a vicious circle.
To top it off, since first year I have become progressively inspired to to the best that I can do on each assignment, which always leaves me in a bit of a bind because when it comes down to it, I can't do the best that I can do when I write the paper the night before it is due. What a quandry.
I rush around, I stress out, I complain about how much I have to do, and yet--when I have a free day, I can't even write a quarter of a paper. I've been writing a ten page paper now for the past six days, and I've got three or four pages completed. This presents quite a problem when I have so much else to do but don't do it because I feel as if I should finish one thing before moving on to the next. Sometimes I feel as if (to quote a wise Brit by the name of Allistar Dutton), I'm wallowing in the quagmire of stupidity.