"Billboard and Snowbird, I told myself I'd make them better... for about a minute and a half. Who am I kidding? I'll never look at those things again."
*high-fives nia*
All through high school, whenever a teacher would push back the due date for an assignment I had already finished, I would spend some time feeling guilty that I wasn't going to use that time to improve it and fearing that the teacher would now expect more because we had more time to do it. Then once that feeling passed, I said f**k it and celebrated that I would now have a little bit of extra time to do something that wasn't productive at all.
College was the first time I really had the chance to procrastinate, since all through my previous levels of schooling I had to deal with living in the same house as my mom, who forced me to get things done ahead of time. If she knew I had an assignment that was due weeks from now, she'd make me get started on it as soon as she found out about it. Now, I can hide my workload from her and find myself rushing to finish things the night before they're due.
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
Updated On: 1/3/06 at 11:07 PM
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