There are some love stories that are worth hearing. Romeo and Juliet, Hazel and Augustus, Allie and Noah, even Leonardo DiCaprio and the 20 models he took home after the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But there is one love affair that is better than any of these: finals week and procrastination.
"No, not me, I started studying for finals over Thanksgiving break," says the freshman who still separates their laundry into multiple loads.
If finals week was a person, it would be that one buzzkill who you avoid hanging out with at all costs. You know they mean well, but you would rather go to chapter than spend time with them. You know you will eventually have to grin and bear their presence, but until that moment comes you might as well have as much fun as possible.
Enter procrastination.
Now if procrastination was a person, it would be the bad boy that your parents don't want you dating: It's risky, it distracts you from what your studies, and it's almost too much fun. Sorry, Mom and Dad, but if procrastinating is wrong then I don't want to be right.
Though it may not be the smartest decision, procrastination keeps us sane. After all, in a time of analytical essays and group projects we need something to keep us from going postal.
"But don't you know that you retain information better if you study over a longer period of time?" asks the aforementioned freshman who seriously needs to do a lot less.
Yes, I do know that. My psych professors have lectured about this multiple times. I have also been constantly lectured by my Mom about how I shouldn't sleep with my hair in a bun, nor should I chase with diet sodas. But guess what? I still do them, anyway.
That is the beauty of procrastination: people who put their work off know exactly what they are doing, so they make sure that their procrastination is something that can be justified. Did I watch eight hours of Gossip Girl instead of studying for my biology exam last year? Yes, but it's okay because I still learned practical life lessons about keeping secrets and living an elitist lifestyle. Worth it? Absolutely.
People are not going to remember you for your GPA, but they are going to remember the time you stole lunch trays from the food court and used them to go sledding. So instead of spending the end of your semester doing nothing but making flashcards, try making some memories with your friends.
Happy procrastinating, everybody. And remember: C's still get degrees.
Author's note: Yes, I did write this to procrastinate writing an essay due tomorrow. Don't worry, I practice what I preach.
