At this point, Amber Rubarth is really the only thing I can listen to while doing my work. It keeps me from being incessantly nagged by jitters about my upcoming due dates.
I have tried, time and time again, to begin work extra early to avoid messy scenarios and late nights later on, but I’ve found it a certified impossibility that goes against all laws of nature. I am now trying to appreciate the fact that I am simply physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally incapable of meeting deadlines without experiencing motions of passing out from the stress of beginning the work some few hours before it’s to be handed in. This open fact has rendered me qualified to earn the label “incompetent.” I know it, and I know those who unfortunate enough to have had me as a group member know it too.
This is why I’m still here writing this, putting this is the most unsimplified way possible, to justify why I am not doing the work I should have completed by now. Tomorrow is no longer a viable excuse.
In the world of lecturers, as Dr. Mahanoon puts it, it’s “publish or perish.”
In the world of students, as I put it, it’s “deadlines or die.”
I need to take a walk.
Enough said here.
