A train has derailed on the tracks ahead—cargo: productivity.
My train has stopped at Procrastination Station and let me tell you it doesn’t look like it’s about to make a departure any time soon.
I planned to be very productive this Spring Break. There wasn’t anything too difficult to do. All I had was a paper and three reading assignments. I could get that done in a week right? Apparently not.
Each day I woke up and said to myself “Ok. You’re going to get this stuff done today and if you don’t you don’t get to watch TV.” And I simply wouldn’t. I watched HBO. For. Hours. On. End. I took the dog on a walk. I even went to the zoo with my parents and grandpa. I sat on my ass all day and chowed down on Girl Scout cookies. It didn’t matter what it was, I was bound to choose it over homework. On spring break, where homework is concerned, there is always a better option. ALWAYS.
Even after the third consecutive day of waking up late and doing nothing but watch TV I could not convince myself that my homework was a suitable alternative. Sure I was bored but not bored enough to resort to writing a paper about the role of human nature in utopian novels. There is boredom and then there is Boredom and homework definitely contributes to the latter.
The highest level of productivity I reached was waking up on time and eating breakfast. After that I had a whole day to waste instead of just half of one.
Ten days to get a head start on this week’s homework? Zero assignments finished.
I told myself I would get something done on the 4 hour bus ride back to Iowa City but somewhere between the incessant shaking of the bus and the horrid smell emanating from the bathroom I lost my will to do anything. I figured I was suffering enough.
Once I was back in my dorm room my eyes were drawn to the TV once more and I spent the night watching The Walking Dead. So I’m gonna sit here and freak out about the season finale of my favorite show and focus all my energy on the fact that certain characters need to die already—cough cough Lori and Carl cough cough.
Tomorrow I’ll be freaking out about the insane amount of homework I need to get done but not today. I’m sure halfway through the week I’ll start chugging coffee, frantically typing up my paper, losing sleep and essentially becoming one of the walking dead but today is for unpacking, unwinding, and of course zombies seeing as I’m about to become one of them.
For now I’m stuck at Procrastination Station.