Procrastination

Sitting there staring at the blank page on his computer screen, Blake couldn’t figure out what to write.  This always happens, at the worst possible time his mind would just freeze up and he could no longer think.  To make matters worse the paper was due the next day. 

Blake always did this, it was like clockwork, whenever something was due he would wait to the last minute in order to get it done.  Some call it lazy and an extremely stupid thing to do but he saw it as a motivator, something to force him to actually sit down and get work done instead of only doing it half ass a week ahead of time.  Most of the time it never steered him wrong, sure he wouldn’t be getting a full night’s sleep, but he would usually get an A on the paper.   

It was nights like these though that showed him the stupidity of his actions, writer’s block it always seemed to show up at the worst possible time.  He just sat there staring blankly at the screen wondering how to start this paper.  He knew the intro was the most important part and therefore the part he had to have absolutely perfect.  He never understood how people could just sit there and bang out an entire paper with little to know effort, he had to sit and put thought into each and every line.  Focusing on every line slowed him down but it always helped make a better paper that had a good argument.

Looking up at the clock he grimaced in horror, two hours had gone by it was 2 a.m. already.  “How is this possible!” He thought to himself, “I literally just sat down to write this.”  He began to panic and have a nervous breakdown.  Quickly he realized this was not helping him to write the paper what so ever.  “Quality be damned,” he said aloud to no one in particular, “I will finish this paper tonight!”