Opinion by J1 Reporter Susana Pettis
Procrastination. It’s something I tend to do just a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean I procrastinate every single thing I do.

I don’t know why I do this to myself, and it makes no sense for me to put myself through the torture of doing ginormous amounts of work in a very small window of time.

It adds so much stress and anxiety to my life that I have to give myself fake confidence to finish my task. It’s truly tragic.

I tend to go through the five stages of grief at some point.

I deny. I deny that I have to get that project done and that it will al
l be “okay” in the end. But let’s be real, it is never really “okay.” I end up pulling an all nighter to finish a five page paperdue in class. I need help people.

Then anger. I’m mad that I leave it for last minute! Susana get it together! I tell myself angrily to schedule it out and do it with more time next assignment, but do I? Definitely not.

I bargain. I tell myself that if I do the work efficiently and I don’t get distracted I can actually sleep. Does that stop me from getting on my phone? You bet it doesn’t.

Depression. I mourn my grade and give myself a few minutes to collect myself. It’s a sad time because I just imagine that red arrow on PowerSchool and eat comfort food while I try to finish my failed homework. Am I crying? Just a little.

Acceptance is next. I accept that I messed up. It’s not right, but it’s okay. My grade will drop, but my spirit won’t.

I try to cut myself a little slack. I’m not the only person who procrastinates. Right? No? Okay.

Ultimately, I need to find a way to solve this problem. I have been on this train for far too long. It’s time to get off of the procrastination station, but I’ve still got some time until I have to.