Slacker & Procrastinator… and its caught up with me a few times, but mostly I’ve gotten away with it. (Or maybe not - who knows what I could have done if I had truly applied myself to everything.)
During high school I did the vast majority of my homework the period before it was due - never quite managed to finish it the night before. Usually got As, occasional B’s, so it didn’t really matter as far as I could tell. Studied for tests the night before.
Our quarter grades didn’t count, didn’t go on any type of a record, were more of a “see how you’re doing in your classes” sort of a thing. So third quarter, junior year, I got my grades and found that I had been given a C in physics. I was shocked, and went to ask the teacher about the grade. He replied something along the lines of “I know all your test scores are above 95%, and most of them are above 100%. I know you’ve done all the labs, some of them several times, because I’ve seen you explain and teach them to other students who are having trouble. I know that you’re tutoring 4 or 5 people taking the class, and that you’ve worked through every step of the homework with each of them. I can tell when I grade their papers. And some of them are understanding a lot more and doing a lot better. But you haven’t actually turned anything in all semester long. The grade is a wake-up call. Turn in your homework.” About two weeks later, I finally got around to digging through all of my stuff and finding the (not yet started) homework in the first place.
I know that the last thing you should do is wake a sleep-walker. Wait, different thread. The last thing you should do is encourage a slacker, but I just got the most positive stroking (get outta the gutter) on my slackissitude.
As you may have read, I had this chapter to write for a book and to present. Well, Tuesday night I finished the chapter and presentation (WAY to late to go to the printer for this edition) and slept a little bit. Wednesday, I gave the presentation to gobs of people and they all said it was wonderful. Granted, you can barf down your shirt and most people will give you the “You did a great job” thing, but TWO of the vice-presidents of the company sponsoring this book and symposium congratulated me on the job. One is taking my boss and me out to lunch in Jan. to discuss our proposals, and the other invited us out to Chicago to give the presentation to all of the development engineers. I guess we couldn’t have sucked that badly!
OK, to turn this away from a brag post and back to the OP’s intentions, I’m back at work, not doing what I should be doing 'cause I just GOTTA POST.
I just bought a one-way ticket back to Slackerville.
Aww. I’ve been called a sweetheart by Homie and now I’m like Welfy.
I think the lesson here is that if you’re a slacker, you’re well suited for an aristic calling. You know. Starvingartist, type thing. Whoever heard of a businessman saying “Forget it, fellow co-workers, tonight I’m gonna kick back with a sixpack, make a really big sandwich, and watch The Man Show! Screw the Baxter Report!” ? Well alright, aside from my uncle.
Hey and not to gloat EITHER, Spritle, I got my position paper that I wrote from a Jeffersonian point of view on the financial system of the time and I got an A on it. Mu! And I did it the night before, too. But come on peeps, I only HAD two nights to do it in, she gave the assignment on Mon for Wed. Ok not as big a deal as a chapter in a real book, but you know.
And actually before, I didn’t slack off on my history homework. I split it up normally and had a rather good time of it.
Last night though, I printed out my Latin essay at 12:30 am.(But come on, i’d have been awake at 12:30 anyway, essay or no essay…)
Bad poetry is worthless drivel, but not the good kind.
I’m not so much a slacker–I have yet to turn a paper in late once, third semester of college, and I’ve already finished all my homework for tomorrow–but I am lazy. I sleep so much. In fact, it’s 10:13 right now and I’m thinking about heading to bed. I’ll probably sleep until 10:30. My first class isn’t until eleven (but I have slept through it before). In high school (even last year), I got significantly less sleep (7 or eight hours a night) and I was ok. Now I spend half the day sleeping and I’m still so tired.
“Wastin’ the day away here in Slackerville.
Lookin’ for the slightest reason to post.
Some people say there is work to be done
But I know (da-da-da-da-dum)surfin’s the most.”
::nervous giggle::
If I slack off this weekend, I’m a dead girl.
Seriously.
I have an DBQ due Friday in History.
I have a “creative Great Gatsby type thing” to work on for English. (Imitate the late great F. Scott’s syntax, yea.)
I have to come up with an English thesis on (you guessed it: Gatsby Granted, I don’t have to write a paper on it yet. Just come up with a statement.
I have to read…The Great Gatsby. (No, joking, I’m not that worthless!) I have to read Death of a Salesman, and take notes on it as I go along.
That and normal homework.
Sixteen pages to read/take notes on in my history textbook, chem homework, math homework…ech.
Anyway I have the weekend…I know I’ll get it done, eventually anyways. Could be worse. The history one could be an in class. Shudder…Wish me luck, fellow slackers!!
Okay what? have we all become hard studious people who spend our free time working on our essays and projects the minute they are given out? …or have I just managed to kill my own thread, yet again?
