Sunday 20 May 2012

Procrastination and Birthdays

Once again, my apologies for leaving such a long gap since my last post!

Every year in the period between April and June, procrastination becomes the most prominent activity in my life. Without wishing to insult your intelligence, or assume upon your linguistic knowledge, procrastination simply means to put off doing something until a later date or time. As it is exam season, revision should be taking place daily and with quite some vigour at this time, particularly as my knowledge of British Foreign Policy in the 1930s is feeling somewhat diminished at the moment! However, procrastination is all that is currently occurring in the place of revision, much to may dismay - and yet, the thought of attempting to sit down and actually prepare for my exams is just so disgusting, I can't bring myself to do so.

Recently however, I have had some reason to justify my procrastination. My eighteenth birthday was on the Thursday just gone (17th May) which I feel is perfect excuse for procrastination. It was lovely, and yet at the same time utterly bizarre, as I still refuse to believe that I'm now an adult. My day was fantastic! In the morning I was greeted with a warm "happy birthday!" from my parents and presents to open. My Kindle was the centre piece which I had asked for, and was over the moon to be presented with. My day continued to further delight me, as there were no lessons until 11.30 for me! On top of this, I was aware that my friend Celyn Ripley was about to drop off a cake that she had made for me before school. I also received an unexpected card from my friend James Kearle so my day was going swimmingly!

That is until a fateful lesson with one of my History teachers, who shall remain nameless for the entirety of this post. I received an essay back from this teacher which I knew was not spectacular, but at least decent. I was utterly disappointed with the grade I received and don't really wish to disclose it. Throughout the lesson I said little, but when I felt control enough to respond, my comments could hardly be called civil, for which I feel a sense of regret. My walk home only enhanced my foul mood and I listened to some pretty heavy music like this Of Mice And Men - OG Loko to try and musically drown my sorrows. 

I got home and was very surprised to see banners and balloons on the windows which weren't there when I left the house. My girlfriend (Libby Grindell) ran down my stairs let off a party popper in my face and wished me a "happy birthday!" This immensely cheered me up and restored my birthday bliss to its heights that had been reached earlier in the day. 

Revision on my birthday, of course, did not ensue. However, I feel that since then I probably should have done some. All in all though, my procrastination has led me to realise that I have wonderful family and brilliant friends. 

Having said that, I do feel as though this whole post may have just been another form of procrastination. Oh the irony!

Until next time, I bid you goodbye.