Procrastination

It seems as if my entire New Zealand education depends on whether or not I can write. Each of my classes requires 2 or 3 essays, and the final exams are written exams as well. And that's it, I have no daily assignments, no quizzes or tests. Only writing.

And all of these essays are usually due around the same time too, making my life a schedule of when I'll be in the library researching for which essay, and when I'll be typing which essay, and when I'll finally be handing in each essay. Unfortunately, I have three essays due within two weeks time. Like a good student, I spent my Saturday morning in the library and afternoon organizing my notes for essay number one.

Now today, Sunday, I thought I'd be able to whip together the majority of one of my essays. I've gotten about 700 words down. That's a start. But now I look out the window and see the sun shining through the clouds and think, "I wonder if Glassons has anything cute on sale." and "Maybe I need to go buy some more milk" and "Let's see if Facebook has changed at all in the last five minutes." Surprise! It hasn't. Now what? Okay, I'll crank out another hundred words. . .