Confessions of a Workaholic

Disgusted. Outraged. That is precisely how I feel when I do anything at a substandard level that I know could have done much better. Which has not happened in awhile. Not for any reason but the fact that I have not been required to do any thinking that required such. But it did not start that way. I had ample time to complete this assignment. Almost a month. And what did I do? Dove straight into the ocean of procrastination, knowing full well you cannot tread water forever. Then the beginning of this week came. I could taste the anxiety. Normally it would not be this tangible, but my grade for this course hinges on this 12-15 page research paper. It would be unthinkable for me to not at least be about my business when it comes to that, right? Suffice to say, I have never been so distracted in my life. Ever social media outlet and website was my distraction. Not to mention work, and my community college classes have finals next week. In short, I forgot about college. I'll say it. Flying back and forth to St. Louis 4 different times this semester, has made the idea of college seem more like summer camp. In September, it was years away. Now I have a month before the rest of my life begins. And this is how I begin? With a lackluster paper I would not feel comfortable giving Flavor Flav to edit. The mere sight of it in my open word document makes me upset. 12-15 pages. Try 10 with the bibliography. Semblance of togetherness? There might be, if I didnt construct it between yesterday and right now. A year ago, this would not have been a problem. In fact, I was a pro at it. But the time off has dulled my writing acumen, and my insistence on putting this assignment on the backburner has had disastrous repercussions for my psyche, and heaven knows what it will look like for my infantile GPA. I never shirk r But....this is perhaps what I needed. Reality check. I've been working this semester...but not how I will need too in order to succeed in my new residence. Now that transition period is here. But it is time. I use this as fuel, and although I will not pay Premium price again, it is a lesson well learned.

"Excuses are monuments that build bridges to nowhere" - Anonymous

- Mr. Jackson