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Postponing Panic

Alicia Smith | Monday, November 9, 2009

Throughout the course of the past few weeks, I’ve found that I have become more and more tense. I have no time to relax, and I can often be seen running around campus like a chicken with it’s head cut off. My lack of time for stems from my overindulgence in a variety of activities that keep me bouncing back and forth around campus like an erratic ping-pong ball. Not to mention the fact that I have 18 credit hours on top of all that. Homework, therefore, takes a backseat. The stack of homework that I am behind on is beginning to resemble the Sears Tower. As my books keep piling in the corner of my room, I am scurrying from one event to the next, in hopes that maybe around midnight I can finally catch my breath.

Well midnight comes and goes and here I am in the wee hours of the morning trying to catch up on that never-ending accumulation of homework. And finally, I hit the point where I just don’t care anymore. That’s when the procrastination starts.

I begin by logging onto my computer. It starts out innocently enough. I open a book and Microsoft Word and start to type my homework, the keys clacking rhythmically. My mind begins to form a beat to the keyboard, and I open iTunes. It all goes downhill from there.
After iTunes is open, I begin to surf the web. I check out Facebook, stalk a few people whose lives I find particularly interesting, and read everyone’s status updates. I check my e-mail multiple times, and then I turn to Google.  There I surf the gaming Web sites in hope to find a new addiction to satisfy my craving for a little fun.  After playing a few rounds of Yahtzee, Bloons Tower Defense Four or some other game online, I move to another Web site, a new personal favorite, Sporcle.

I open a few quizzes and play for a while, until I find one that leads me to my next endeavor. For instance, last week I found a Sporcle quiz that was about The Oregon Trail, a popular video game when I was about 12. My interest peaks, and I rapidly return to Google in hopes that someone out there has posted this fabulous game online for free. I find it, and begin to play. After investing over an hour of my time and traveling over halfway across America, I discover that all of my companions and I have gotten stuck in a snowstorm and I’ve become a cannibal and then die of starvation.  Game over.

After the frustrations have ensued, I return to my homework. The relaxation is over. Though I’m putting off my homework by wasting time online, I’ve found that the small amount of time I spend doing something completely worthless has saved my sanity. Without my procrastination, my tension would consume me, and I’d find myself in a state of total and complete panic. Instead, I’m postponing my worries until tomorrow, when I’ll catch up on that homework because, after all, I can always do it later.