With finals week rapidly approaching it will come as no surprise to anyone that procrastination is the name of the game on my college campus, and every college campus in America for that matter. We as students make a habit out of procrastinating, I'm doing it quite successfully at this very moment. While teachers want to impose upon you the importance of doing assignments early, and getting a head start, we all know when push comes to shove we are not going to bother with doing what we really ought to.
Fortunately friends, Romans, coffee drinkers; I'm here today to tell you a little story about why procrastination is a good thing.
It all started when I was born...
No I'm totally kidding, but I will say I've been a procrastinator from the start (just ask my mom I was a little more than a day late and a dollar short when it came to my 11 hour, one week late birth). That is a story for another time, this story is about how procrastination won me $100 of cold hard cash.
It started last semester in my creative writing class, our first drafts of our first full length short stories were due by class time the next day. It was a simple assignment, write something, anything, and email it to your Prof. What should have been simple enough assignment was a real pain in the neck for me because unlike most people, I can't just write on a whim. I need time, inspiration, something that makes a story or a character speak to me before I can do some good old fashioned pounding of the keys on a word doc.
Now this left me in a bit of a predicament, and by a bit of a predicament I mean it saw me at midnight whining about how I didn't want to do the assignment with my head on my boyfriend's shoulder. Finally we decided nothing productive was getting done that evening, and I was just about to head up to bed when all of a sudden an idea hit me out of thin air. I flipped my computer back open, wrote the hell out of a first draft, and express emailed it to my professor with a note saying "Sorry this took me so long, and it's like a random story that hit me at midnight, but it's something, so here you go." The assignment was done and I went to bed without thinking another think on the subject.
What I couldn't have anticipated was that this story that I had waited up until the last minute to write and turn in would be such a smash in class the next day, one girl even noted that it was her favorite of the semester. I couldn't focus on what was happening much, see I was still exhausted from staying up to write the dang thing! I had been hoping for a good grade but I certainly wasn't going to turn praise away from my doorstep, especially when it's dressed so nicely in my favorite shade of flattery.
Editing that story was a bear. You would think I would have diligently worked at it on repeat until I got every word just right, but true to my nature that was so not the case. Exhausted from staying up the night before, I turned in my final edits of the paper to my teacher, and crossed my fingers for a high mark.
It was right about then that they were taking submissions for our on campus literary magazine, one of the girls in my class really wanted me to submit my work. I kept saying I would but I really didn't think I had written anything worthy of noting, certainly not something that should be taking up space when people who had worked really hard wanted a chance to be published. So I did what anyone would do, I politely nodded and smiled and said I'd consider it. Then I got an email from my professor saying there was no reason I couldn't submit something to the lit mag and that I'd done outstanding work that semester.
Once again I shrugged it off, with everything else I had going on I am sorry to say that this was so not on my radar. Lucky for me, I was on theirs. The girl from my class who helps run the magazine reminded me the day of that submissions were due. Unfortunately my computer was broken, the only version I had was the unedited one I had sent to my professor. When there were about twenty minutes left until they stopped taking submissions I emailed it to the girl, because I didn't know where it was supposed to go, and said that I was sorry it wasn't my edited version but if they wanted it they were welcome to use it.
So they did, and there I was in plain black and white ink on a page. Which was pretty exciting stuff considering the fact that I couldn't even submit the decent version of my opinion.
Now you could look at all of that right there and say wow, somehow her wacko procrastination paid off. What a lucky little geek, but I'm not done with the story yet, because see what happens next is actually pretty cool.
I got an email about two weeks later asking me to attend our symposium for scholarship and creativity because I was being honored with an award. I assumed that it was something in the theatre department, because at the time that was my only major. I wrote and told them I could not attend because of a show choir commitment, and they said it was fine they would get the award to me at another time. Which was fine by me because I figured it was from our department anyway.
When I got the email with the awards ceremony program I about flipped a lid, my little story, the one I had procrastinated on until the very last minute to write praying for some shred of inspiration, had won me first place in prose in the entirety of the English department at the university.
I'd love to say that was the end of the story, but then I'd be a day early and $100 short. Turns out first place was worth a lot more (monetarily) than a fancy certificate.
Moral here kids: do what you need to do, at the pace that feels right for you. Sometimes taking your time and letting things happen quite literally pays off!
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