Turning Over the Wrong Leaf

After some gruesome dreams last night in which I failed all of my subjects and became the kind of low life bum that would make my father role in his grave (quite a feat considering he was cremated) I decided that today was the day to start studying for exams. And by studying for exams I don’t mean sitting in the SS (Studie Sentrum), staring at the ceiling whilst thinking about everything from the meaning of life to what I should make for dinner. I mean real productive studying in which you actually learn something.

This was why, at nine o’clock on a Saturday morning, I was out of bed, showered and on my way to Narga (the computer centre) to print my notes for genetics. I even managed to pack away my external hard drive. I was on a mission and not even YouTube was going to stand in my way. Half an hour, and about 60 000 printing credits later I was on my way back home so that I could initiate project ‘Work my Face Off’.

And then the inevitable happened. After half an hour of being fully productive I faced temptation in the form of a proper breakfast with my step dad and sister. Needless to say my step dad didn’t even have to ask twice! The whole way through breakfast I sat there convincing myself that once I got back home I would have the energy to study because of my proper breakfast and I would therefore be a lot more productive. Hell I even managed to convince myself that breakfast was a much needed study break; we all know how mentally exhausting it is to press the print button.

But to my absolute horror, when I got home my brain suddenly decided to be super productive, at EVERYTHING BUT STUDYING. I cleaned my room, organized my notes and made myself some tea telling myself that it’s impossible to study in the mess. While I was cleaning my room I suddenly thought of an old friend who I haven’t spoken to in ages and decided that it was absolutely vital that I message her immediately.

Finally I was out of ideas and sat down to study. I made it through one and a half scientific papers before my friend replied and to my utmost joy I realized that her reply would take at least half an hour to reply to by which time it was lunch. And you can’t skip a meal when studying, everyone knows that…

Well, lunch is now over and here I am, procrastinating some more by telling you about my useless waste of time, while sitting in my now spotless room (yes mom, I made my bed) and I can’t help but think that maybe I turned over the wrong new leaf.

Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I found myself trying to convince myself that I had left it till too late and should just give up because there was no hope for me anyway. And by convincing myself I literally mean speaking to myself in the mirror in which I had just completed tweezing my eyebrows. Yes this was procrastination at its worst and something needed to be done.

I have therefore decided that tomorrow is another day. It can be done, it will be done, it shall be done… tomorrow.