Yes, it’s true. I hate procrastinating, but like so many others, I do it more often than not. I am desperately trying to teach my son the importance of doing his assignments and completing his work in a timely manner rather than putting it off. He actually does quite well with this. The few times he has procrastinated, he has found out, quickly, why procrastinating is so dangerous!
I encourage my students to do a little bit on their assignments every single day rather than putting things off to the last minute. I can always tell when a student works on an essay a little bit every day (well, at least every class day when we do in-class revisions together) versus when they wait until just before the essay is due to even begin writing it. It shows very clearly. Some students pass anyway simply because they already have many of the skills necessary to succeed, but they certainly don’t tend to make As.
When I procrastinate, I become a biddy. I yell at everyone around me. I get overly anxious. I eat everything not nailed down. I’m not just a biddy, I’m a bear–a mean Momma Bear whose cub has been threatened! I don’t like myself when I get like that and I am sure that those around me don’t like me very much then, either. (Be nice, Jimmy!)
I think that we often procrastinate because we simply don’t want to do the thing we’re putting off. Or because we don’t like doing what it is we’re not doing.
But I also find that I don’t do what I need to just because. No reason. Just…Because.
I honestly do enjoy reading my students’ essays/assignments. I became a teacher because I played at teaching when I was just a little tyke. You know how some people have imaginary friends? I had imaginary students–a whole class of them–with names, assigned seats, and everything! I gave out classwork and homework and then I graded them!!! Yes, I did! So it’s not that.
So here I am, writing this blog post instead of grading the essays that I should have graded last week!!! LOL!