I can finally (for a short moment) breath a sigh of relief as I just handed in one of three term papers. I'm feeling quite delirious though because I was up until 2:30 this morning typing it. Its been said that I'm not the best at managing my time, and while I cannot deny that claim, i have to admit that I have become quite proficient at the art of procrastination. My mind and body may feel differently but (so far) my grades seem to support this.

In typical procrastinator fashion, I'm scrambling to type my last punctuation mark at the 11th hour as was the case this morning, or so I thought. I finally called it quits at 2:30am hours after i had realized my ability to form a coherent thought had faded. I made the decision to take a short nap and finish up the paper later. 7am and i'm feeling rested. over a cup of coffee I add the finishing touches and a few extra sentences here and there to meet the 2300 word requirement. Print and race to the finish line. As I speed walk to class (because somehow that seemed less dorky than jogging) I realize I'm going to be 15 minutes late. "finishing the race is what's important", I remind myself. Redfaced and dewey from the sprint I walk in to notice there are no other papers on the professor's desk. Wha?! Am I late? Had she stopped accepting papers? I find my seat catch my breath and casually ask someone if they'd turned in their paper. "Hard copy's not due until next Tuesday, electronic ones not until tonight at midnight." "Oh" I reply. As i realize i have just turned a paper in early FOR THE FIRST TIME. It only took 6 years of college and a misinterpreted deadline.