Hence this blog.
A side note: I happen to know that I am joined by many, many procrastinators in the class of 2011. Yes, I am talking to you. So do not judge. And by this I mean do not judge yourselves. I am here to tell you that procrastination is nothing to be ashamed of. Alas, it is a skill many in this world are not fortunate enough to possess. Be proud of your talents. More importantly, teach those who do not know how the skill is done. And we continue...
In seven days time, we have a 10-(12? 13? 14? I don't even know) page paper due. Thus far, I have compiled a very short list of criticism to support my thesis, I have checked facebook several thousands of times (only to have recieved two notifications), I have opened a blank Word document, I have typed and deleted one sentence in said Word document, and I have searched on google for ways on how to start a blog. I would call this a productive night.
Let's clear up some fears I'm sure you readers have.
#1. I am not nervous about the prospect of failing this paper. I have survived my junior year nazi crazy red-ink-loving English teacher. I think I can handle the marshmallow lady standing up at the front of my senior English class.
#2. I do not feel guilty about avoiding the task of writing this assignment. Research Papers were created simply to kill the very limited social lives that are allowed to teenagers. Why should I feel guilty about avoiding something so rude? There is someone who should feel guilty in this situation however, and that is the person who ASSIGNED the project. No, no- the person who made it mandatory for high school English classes to have to write such nonsense!........Ok, I know that's ridiculous. And I actually do feel a little bit guilty. But I am not going to give in to my guilt and avoid writing this blog (to which I have very little emotional attachment to, seeing as I am simply rambling at this point) and begin writing my paper.
A final statement. I suppose it is natural to have those teachers you absolute cannot stand. That one period of the day where you just want to cry and leave the building because walking into that classroom will simply ruin any kind of happiness you have developed throughout your mediocre day. I have two of these classes. I will save my second for a different blog entry, because I'm sure there will be another moment in time where I will feel a need to procrastinate and I will want something to write about. For now I will simply touch on the first.
The only blessing I have in my first period English class is that I sit in the back. And yet that voice...oh dear Lord, that voice. I can hear it now. It actually makes my brain- no, my soul- hurt. It honestly would not be as bad if not for the constant "et cetera"'s that are used out of context. "Ladies, please put your finished assignments on my desk, etc..." "Please take out your copy of Dante's Inferno, etc..." "The trinity includes the father, the son and the holy spirit, etc..." Besides the fact that it's confusing because in most cases there is literally nothing else to which the etc refers to, it makes me genuinely angry. You are our English teacher. Please learn how to speak. I do feel bad, though. She just makes it so easy to make fun of her, it's certainly not a proper Christian attitude. If a certain sister found out I was saying such things, I would literally die a very bloody death. I should delete these past few sentences...and yet I know for a fact I do not stand alone in this issue so I will keep them. Possibly not the best logic, but neither is creating a blog in order to have an excuse to procrastinate, soo....two for two tonight.
Lastly, I would like to thank those of you who read this entry. Why? Because there is a very good chance that you are using this as an excuse to procrastinate from your own homework/other important assignments, and you have just eased my conscious a bit.
