I don’t believe in Karma, but today, as I woke up at five in the morning to write what might well be the most important essay of my semester, I had a feeling it would be one of those Karma days.
Some context: last year I procrastinated EVERY. SINGLE. PAPER. Until the morning of its due date. In case you’re curious, that’s about six or seven papers, all written within hours of being due. Until today, the latest I’d ever procrastinated finishing a paper was five minutes until due date.
You can see where this is going.
Today, my method was blown to bits. After months of tempting fate, fate slapped me in the face.
What is the worst way to write an essay, you might ask? Well, I’ll let Smeagol and Gollum tell you
THE TWENTY STAGES OF ARI’S ESSAY WRITING
STAGE ONE: Doing absolutely nothing until two weeks before due date.
You heard me. Don’t do anything. This stage typically lasts for 3 1/2 weeks after the essay’s been assigned, and it’s glorious. At stage one, you just take it easy. You just completely forget that that paper exists. After all, you’re an English major. You’re smart, well-spoken, and you can make up stuff like it’s nobody’s business. Why waste your time thinking, organizing, or, heaven forbid, writing about a paper that you can write in one day? You owe it to yourself to forget about it; in fact, go buy yourself a Klondike Bar for actively choosing to not worry about your paper. THAT is an accomplishment. Go distract yourself with mindless pursuits, like using Facebook’s Graph Search to look up “Mormon boys from England who love Imagine Dragons,” or finding funny pictures on Reddit, or listening to Miley Cyrus mashups. Just do what makes you happy and DO NOT think about your paper.
STAGE TWO: Making minimal a94wruzkfjalkdawui effort.
This stage occurs about two weeks before due date when you remember that you actually probably should be thinking about your paper. Open up Microsoft Word and pretend to be productive. Usually, when I do that, I start with, “This is my paper on something important. I’m supposed to talk about it. It’s pretty cool aaaaaaaand eoisdfweoituawe9r8398.” Doing this makes you feel really good and really productive, so that even when you’re not writing your paper, you can feel satisfaction.
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STAGE THREE: The realization that everyone besides you is freaking out.
This stage happens pretty close to due date, like, the week before, maybe, when you start hearing whispered conversations between girls who are freaking out about having nothing more than an outline. At this stage, you realize that your paper is one sentence of jibberish and suddenly, you wonder what kind of monster you’re dealing with.
STAGE FOUR: The best dang note-taking sesh of your semester.
It’s a week before your paper’s due, and your professor is talking it up like it’s an end of semester survey. This is when you realize that you’re in over your head, and listen like your life depends upon it.
STAGE FIVE: Making plans and forgetting them.
After the mental chew-out you just gave yourself, you decide to be really productive the weekend before crunch week. You sleep in, watch movies, and completely forget said decision. Your inner couch potato sure seems to be happy about it though, giving you soothing words of comfort. You start giving yourself pep talks that don’t even make much sense, and you sure don’t deserve them.
STAGE SIX: The night before freak out.
This stage happens, obviously, the night before due date, when everything hits you like a massive wall. For the first time, you’re legitimately concerned, especially because you’re not sure what you’ve been doing with all of that free time you had to finish your paper the past five weeks. The fact that you’re concerned concerns you. So you decide to wake up super early to work on it, when everything’s fresh off of your mind.
STAGE SEVEN: The Morning of Deep Regret
Your alarm goes off at 5 A.M. FIVE O’ DARK A.M.
STAGE EIGHT: Intense passion about getting your intro done first.
You crawl out of bed, you get your books in a stack, you pull your hair back, and you turn on your computer. For the first time in five weeks, you start thinking about your paper. You spend at least two hours trying to come up with an intro paragraph, because you’re quite stupid in the mornings and don’t know how to prioritize.
STAGE NINE: Distraction in the form of Facebook, epic soundtracks, puppies, and stupid, made up songs about Christmas, snow, and the color of the ceiling.
STAGE TEN: Intense and sudden introversion that forces you to run to your room and lock yourself up inside, pretending like your siblings and their loud voices don’t exist outside.
STAGE TEN: Dark moodiness that lashes out at unsuspecting family members who interrupt your writing.
STAGE ELEVEN: Massive brain freeze after chopping out 4/6 pages.
STAGE TWELVE: Recognition that you are completely off topic and need to start over.
You reread your paper. It horrifies you.
STAGE THIRTEEN: Starting over in a panicked flurry with no idea of where you’re going with it.
You suddenly realize how bad this is.
STAGE FOURTEEN: Intense loathing of the English language, your major, and life in general.
STAGE FIFTEEN: Half-Hour-Left Meltdown
You turn into a mushy pile of burnt out mush in your chair. You’re suddenly typing random jibberish at a thousand miles per hour to make the full six pages requirement.
STAGE SIXTEEN: The “I have trickling seconds” cry fest.
Tears are literally running down your cheeks and you can’t stop saying “oh no.” You have two full paragraphs to go and the clock says 4:56, 4:57, 4:58.
STAGE SEVENTEEN: Watching the clock tick to 5:01 just as your paper is uploaded.
You are done for.
STAGE EIGHTEEN: Pretending, for a moment, that everything is peace and happiness in the world.
After all, you didn’t make your deadline, but you didn’t die as punishment. This is causing you to seriously rethink your assumptions about what happens when you fail things. It’s quite liberating.
STAGE NINETEEN: Crawling out of your cave and pretending like you didn’t just bomb the most important essay of your entire life.
Let’s just pretend you actually finished that essay and didn’t accidentally cite a source you didn’t use and didn’t accidentally write knowledge twice in a row at one point.
STAGE TWENTY: Realizing that procrastination has destroyed your life.
Who the heck have I become?!