Whee..
I can't believe I did it! Woo hoo! It was an amazing feat(in my own standards) to say the very least! I know there's always people out there who employ such tactics which later became almost like a ritual to them, but as a first timer, I must say that I feel quite triumphant.
I've always been a huge time procrastinator. My entire family would vouch for me on that. I have a big fat lazy ass, stiff limbs and brains made delusional by lassitude. Therefore, I would never start my work until the very last minute. That would be when the urgency of the datelines start to evoke pangs of panic in me. However, yesterday's feat was something I've never tried before. I was pushing my luck. Cutting it too close.
I started working on a writing assignment which was given to me 5 weeks ago .5 weeks ago and was due date: 9 am, the very next morning. What was I doing during those 5 weeks? That's when I started to get my usual rounds of amnesia. All I can recall was a total blur of activities which did not include assignments.
The assignment comprised of 3 components. A poem and two drafts. A fic/non fic piece about a place at a particular time. A monologue.
Taking for granted that the assignment would be a no brainer, I didn't start until quite late. Very good, nyah nyah. At 3 am, I was struggling with rhythm, sentences and syntax. It was crazy, I tell you. I barely typed anything. None down, 3 more to go.
I actually wiped off beads of pespiration from my forehead, though it was 6 degrees outside. Amazingly, I managed to squeeze some fresh creative juice by 4.30 am. That was when I started typing furiously. Like a freight train, my fingers breezed through the keyboard. But after I finished typing the first one out, I realized my stuff was beyond comprehension and the amount of grammar mistakes which littered on the page was appalling. Crap. So I wrote. Editted. Reeditted. Wrote. Editted. Reeditted.Deleted. Wrote.
Until 7.50am where the work was decent enough to be printed. Took a quick shower. Packed my stuff and took a mad dash for the bus. I was 10 mins late for class.
Such misadventures would never make it to Hollywood but it was sure a hell of an adventure to me. However, it also made me rethink about taking my work for granted. Would I be smarter the next time round?
I've always been a huge time procrastinator. My entire family would vouch for me on that. I have a big fat lazy ass, stiff limbs and brains made delusional by lassitude. Therefore, I would never start my work until the very last minute. That would be when the urgency of the datelines start to evoke pangs of panic in me. However, yesterday's feat was something I've never tried before. I was pushing my luck. Cutting it too close.
I started working on a writing assignment which was given to me 5 weeks ago .5 weeks ago and was due date: 9 am, the very next morning. What was I doing during those 5 weeks? That's when I started to get my usual rounds of amnesia. All I can recall was a total blur of activities which did not include assignments.
The assignment comprised of 3 components. A poem and two drafts. A fic/non fic piece about a place at a particular time. A monologue.
Taking for granted that the assignment would be a no brainer, I didn't start until quite late. Very good, nyah nyah. At 3 am, I was struggling with rhythm, sentences and syntax. It was crazy, I tell you. I barely typed anything. None down, 3 more to go.
I actually wiped off beads of pespiration from my forehead, though it was 6 degrees outside. Amazingly, I managed to squeeze some fresh creative juice by 4.30 am. That was when I started typing furiously. Like a freight train, my fingers breezed through the keyboard. But after I finished typing the first one out, I realized my stuff was beyond comprehension and the amount of grammar mistakes which littered on the page was appalling. Crap. So I wrote. Editted. Reeditted. Wrote. Editted. Reeditted.Deleted. Wrote.
Until 7.50am where the work was decent enough to be printed. Took a quick shower. Packed my stuff and took a mad dash for the bus. I was 10 mins late for class.
Such misadventures would never make it to Hollywood but it was sure a hell of an adventure to me. However, it also made me rethink about taking my work for granted. Would I be smarter the next time round?