Could I procrastinate any more?

So a few weeks ago, I got another assignment in my English class: an essay on one of 12 poems, discussing it with regards to literary modernism. Talk about the author's reaction to, and incorporation of, modernism. Use specific quotes, yadda yadda yadda. The due date was 21 February.

On Tuesday, the professor sent an email cancelling Thursday's class and postponing the essay's due date until 26 February. I was quite relieved, because I still had not started the essay. "Self," I said to myself, "you'll now have more than two days to write the essay. Get cracking!"

But there was no need to start it right away. I celebrated the postponement by not working on it for a few days. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday passed. Saturday has arrived, and the hour of reckoning is near.

I selected Robert Frost's "Out, Out--" because I remembered it from high school and don't totally despise it. I've got about 1.5 paragraphs now, and I know that I won't be doing a whole lot more today.

February 23, 2002 - 11:44 AM