School really throws me into a self-induced state of panic. I procrastinate. I don’t study. I thought after a two year hiatus from classes that I’d perhaps turn the tides this time around and do the school thing properly. You know, read the textbook, study, prepare, etc. But some things never change, and I reverted back to my old ways like I had never left.
After my midterm, I was quite worried. I knew I didn’t do as well as I could’ve – and it showed in my bleak 78% mark.
Did I pull up my socks for the assignments? Not really. I blasted through them the night before they were due and hoped for the best.
Did I study for the final? Not so much. An hour of review before the test in the cafeteria would have to suffice.
Final Exam written: felt damn good.
Assignment one back: 95%
Assignment two back: 94%
Participation: 86% (a grade I gave myself in the self-appraisal)
This puts me at 87% going into the final that’s worth 30% of my grade. Which I felt really good about. I felt better coming out of the final than I did the midterm – but let’s say I got 80% on the final… That would give me a final grade of 85%. I’m hoping I hit 86%, just because that’s an A – but like I said, I felt significantly better about the final than the midterm… so I’m hopeful.
So why do I procrastinate and not study? As Dr. Phil would ask, what’s my payoff? The numbers don’t lie. I do it because I can. As long as I can continue to survive the panic ulcers I develop while I wait for the marks to come back.
I totally hear you. I procrastinate because I got 100% on a paper I wrote in just a few hours. No revisions. No first draft second draft business.
That’s my payoff. And I’m terrified that the day is going to come when I am actually challenged by a course.
I procrastinate a lot. I learn most of the material while I’m sitting in class, and most of the time a once-over of my notes and the readings makes me feel adequately prepared for exams – although we’ll see what my marks are like when I get them back in a few weeks.
I’m just trying to block out the memory of ever going to school at all. My problem was that I skipped classes whenever I didn’t like the professor.