Procrastination (a.k.a. boondoggling).
It’s something we students do best.
I mean, Wikipedia says it, and we all know that Wikipedia never lies. In fact, there’s actually a form of procrastination called ‘Student Syndrome’. Amazing.
‘Procrastination is the thief of time’ says Edward Young.
Now, I’ve no idea who Edward Young is but I know that he’s a bit of a ledge, because he speaks absolute truth. I mean, I can genuinely resolve to start an essay around 9am, open my laptop to start slogging away, and BOOM. It’s lunch time.
All is not lost. I may have only written the title of my essay, but what I have achieved is knowledge as to what so-and-so (normally Jonny Tizzard) has eaten for breakfast, details of Daniel Thompson’s complex relationship with Polaris the cat, and a general awareness of the word counts of all essays being written by Holloway students.
Edward Young, writing 2-300 years ago (I caved, and looked him up. He was an English poet. Legendary status maintained.), no doubt spent his procrastination time drinking tea, and being inspired by the world and people around him. The tea part may remain the same, but Edward Young was not (thank goodness!) subject to the bane of my life: Facebook.
I hate Facebook. I hate it with a passion. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great means of communication with friends and family I don’t see a lot, and for organising events etc. But do you really expect me to sit here and watch for hours as people, of varying intimacy of acquaintance, tell the whole world about their extremely mundane lives? Apparently so, and of course, I do it faithfully. Why?
a) because we all kid ourselves that social networking is essential
b) even mind-numbingly dull status updates are more appealing than an essay that really I can get away with starting ‘tomorrow’ – whenever that may be.
Be that as it may, Google thinks I need a cure, and I’m inclined to agree. I hereby resolve to break free from the iron shackles of the social networking experience, and use my periods of procrastination (inevitable as they are) to live life to the full. I give you, my readers, full permission to rebuke me if you catch me doing otherwise.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, it’s worth 375 (excluding title and this little caption).