I took this independent study course last year. All I had to do was read two books, watch a video, and write five-page papers for each one. However, my professor set no deadline on this little project and I kept putting it off, much to the consternation of my wife. I’ve had an incomplete in the course since last May. (I wrote one of the papers last summer after my wife coerced me.) I graduate in a couple of weeks, so I planned on getting it done by May 15, the absolute last-minute drop-dead deadline. Then I got this e-mail from my professor yesterday:
So now I’m going to pull two five-page papers out of my ass and leave them under his door tomorrow morning. And I’m still graduating with honors.
In March 2003, I went on a cruise with my husbands family to celebrate his mother’s 80th birthday. We had a party for her and every family member had to perform at the party. The 4 spouses of her children (myself included) wrote and sang a song: “Mother-in-Law jokes mean nothing to us”. I told her I would send her a copy of the song. I finally found the right paper, printed it out, framed it, and mailed it to her LAST WEEK!
3 years, 2 months
I told her the sentiment was still the same. (I’ve been divorced from her son for 15 months now) I called this one of my Procrastination projects. I’ve actually gotten some other less prolonged projects done in recent weeks and am feeling rather proud of myself!
I never filed my income taxes for 1977 (yes, nineteen-seventy-seven). Actually I had a small refund coming, but it wasn’t worth the effort, so I kept putting it off and never got around to filing. I think I got a few notices from the IRS, but haven’t heard from them in about 25 years.
And yes, I have filed every year since. And no, I haven’t sent them a bill for the ton of interest they must owe me by now.
Fifteen YEARS later I went back to college to finish my B.A. and rather than write the paper, switched majors (and switched schools) so I’d spend three years in school. I’m half done.
My husband put wood flooring in our livingroom 12 years ago, and is still working on the baseboards.
My neighbor started to re-shingle his roof, but it started to rain so he put a tarp over the unfinished part and held it down with packages of shingles. That was 5 years ago, and the packages are still up there. The tarp blew away long ago.
I think I lost the most money for procrastinating. If I had written a 10 page paper for a independant study course merely going over the data I had gathered I would have gotten $1500. Although at that point I’d just call it stupidity.
A few months after my god-daughter was born, I took some pictures of the welcoming ceremony her parents had for her, and always planned to print the pictures and put them in a book for her. I finally got around to it a couple of years ago.
She was 24 years old at the time.
I’m leading, I think. I don’t think panache45’s tax return counts since he hasn’t actually completed the task in question, and clearly no longer intends to. I mean, if we can claim things that we haven’t actually done, I could say I’ve been meaning to re-write my sixth grade esssay on the Viet Nam War since 1966. (It really wasn’t very good.)
Sunday (the exam is Tuesday, mind, and I started studying on Friday) I found out that the jurisdiction I’m taking it in is a minority jurisdiction that doesn’t re-test the multi-state subjects on the essays.
There are something like 19 essay subjects, only 2 of which I have bar books for.
Fortunately about 13 of these were subjects I took in law school and got a B+ or better on and my brother-in-law works overtime to salvage my outlines from my dead school laptop.
I begin studying for the 19 essay subjects I haven’t even looked at on Sunday.
I’m still finishing up memorising the multi-state.
I didn’t sleep. I seriously did not sleep from Friday when I started studying till Wednesday after I took the exam. I missed 4 flights back home because I fell asleep at the gate on Thursday.
I need to have my room totally packed in two hours and four minutes so that I can go home for the summer. I started about an hour ago and I decided it was obviously time for a SDMB break.
I’ve neede to clean my gutters for awhile but it’s without a doubt a real PITA to move the car, get the ladder, drag it out front of the two story. Yesterday I looked up and in the gutter there were little pine trees growing. Some people’s houses have dental molding as a trim. Others might have corbels or the like. My house is festooned with the begennings of a forest. Probably some time before the trees are so big that birds beging building nests in them I’ll get up there and clean the gutters out. Until then I’ll just enjoy my new greenhouse.
I realized that I should also put in an entry for my dad. He was originally going to be here around noon. It’s ten after three now and he’s still not here to pick me up. He just putzed around the house avoiding leaving. His procrastination makes mine easier to deal with.
I meant to clean my apartment. I tried. I started cleaning the kitchen, but my bucket was dirty. I would’ve wiped the counters, but my cats had taken all my sponges and I couldn’t get new ones until the weekend because I worked 8 hrs a day and I should just relax after work. The traffic is too bad to go out in anyway. I’ll just get new ones on the weekend… But when I get up on Saturday, I can’t just shower and get dressed, because I need to wash the litterboxes. But I can’t wash the litterboxes because I don’t have new litter, but I can’t get new litter because I’m not showered and dressed, but I can’t get showered and dressed because I need to clean the litterboxes… I’ll just play video games instead, I guess.
So, after a year of doing this, I finally just moved. No cleaning for me!
I had one like that. Had a fourth language that I had to take to get my degree. Took the first three my first year, never took the last (GA was on the quarter system, a long, long time ago).
Anyway, never did it, never got around to it, I had all my other classes but not the degree, said “f-it” and started my life.
6 years later I receive a diploma in the mail: apparently, UGA had dropped the fourth language requirement and made it retroactive 6 years.
