The fine art of procrastination
I had a paper due last Friday. My action research paper, a mandatory component for my degree. I had the research done by Christmas...the first one in my class to have finished, actually. But sitting down to write it? I haven't gotten around to that part yet. Never before in my life have I ever handed anything in late. I usually finish things well in advance, not even waiting until the last minute. I didn't even cram for exams. I barely studied at all, actually, but I certainly didn't do it all in one go at 4 a.m. the day before a final.
The funniest thing is that I'm not even stressing. I likely should have been diligently working on it all this week, it being March Break, and me having ample time to sit down at my laptop and wax academic. However, I instead chose to indulge in some much needed down time. I went to my parents' place and let my dad spoil his granddogs with steak breakfasts while I took my mom out for lunch and shopping. She got a very nice spring outfit and I found a dress for the two weddings I am going to this summer, as well as the cutest pair of size 10 women's Kamik rainboots you will ever see. (Walking dogs in the spring can be messy business. It's either wet, gross, or both. Inspired by my niece's footwear, I decided I, too, should step out in style on grey Spring days.)
The puppies and I got home in time for dinner on Thursday. On the way back from the dog park dropping off my paperwork for my police record check on Friday, I noticed that the theatre downtown was playing Watchmen. Knowing that Capt Mike is not a fan of the comic book turned film genre, I dropped the puppies off at home and walked down to the theatre. It was practically a private screening, with only a handful of other adults in the theatre to see the matinee, and not a child in sight. I was surprised. I knew the movie would not be family fare, but usually you get a few idiots who think it's a good idea to show up with a kiddlywink or two in tow. So, I ate my extra small popcorn and miniature bag of Swedish berries in peace while watching the Watchmen.
By the time I got home, Capt Mike's car was in the driveway. He was home early, which was a good thing, but too early for me to have effectively hidden the birthday present my dad had packed for him. (His birthday is in August), which is a less good thing. But we did enjoy the remaining daylight hours by walking the puppies and having a barbecue. We barbecue year-round, but it's most enjoyable when you're not wading through knee deep snow or swatting giant Canadian blackflies and mosquitos. Those times are limited up here, and to be cherished for sure.
And so ended my first March Break as a pseudoteacher. I guess it's time I started on that action research paper. Or I could start writing my essay for the Olympic Torch relay...
Comments
If only you could do both in one shot; write your Olympic Torch Relay essay and turn it in as your action research paper. I can think of nothing more active ;-)
Bobbin's boots are stylin'. They go nicely with froofy dresses too. Do you have froofy dress? That's what I think you need on your first day back in class after March Break. Polka dotted rain boots, a pink swirly princess dress, and a hand-beaded tiara by yours truly. I have an extra, you know ;-)
Posted by: heather at March 22, 2009 04:14 AM
Glad you had some down time over March break. we're getting ready for our cruise. There's nothing like a good pair of fancy boots for spring muck which I don't miss.
Hope your essay gets completed in time - nothing like a deadline to stilt the creative juices!
Posted by: Dee at March 22, 2009 02:53 PM