Mental Masochism, or I Know Why I Have Carpal Tunnel

During this past semester's course, I had a number of writing assignments. Obviously, I like writing...it's my major, it's what I do for work (to some degree), and it's what I do for pleasure.

But research papers are tedious. All those sources to be cited.

So I procrastinate. I know this is one of my worst faults. But without someone (literally) keeping a fire beneath my arse, I just rarely work ahead of schedule.

Part of this might be a bit of arrogance. It's just writing, right? I could do it in my sleep. Who needs a month, or a week, I can crank it out in a day.

But this is where my tendency to procrastinate crashes head-on with my need to please.

This very quandary led me to argue that a paper did NOT deserve the grade my professor so kindly bestowed, and to his response that he would lower the grade and allow me the chance to revise it.

Groan. What an idiot I am.

But all is well that ends well, considering the message I received..."All of your work has been received. The [last paper] was a particularly thorough and interesting analysis of the Internet's effect on literacy. Despite your own misgivings you excelled in the course and your submissions, including the final exam, were among the best of the semester."

I think my favorite part is that he referred to my SUBMISSIONS.

I'm going to do some Professor/slutty student roleplaying now.