Last Minute Assessment Tasks

Despite the large number of times that I have told myself that I would never again, after spending numerous nights awake until hours too late for a university students, never complete assessment tasks at the last minute, here I am again.

I seem to never learn, and it certainly is not my problem alone. I know a lot of people who cannot complete assessment tasks, assignments, all the same, until the night before they are due. There is some kind of force that compels me to do so, hours before the due date. While I struggle for hours before this damned time, I find myself sailing through when I am sleep-deprived, for reasons that I am unsure of.

I think it is the pressure that drives me. I think that knowing that something is due very soon, in contrast to knowing of a due date of something that is months away is crucial. That is the moment when my brain starts to panic, when my body starts to shiver and when my mind becomes agitated - if only this would happen months earlier, such was the case with an English Book List I devised and most recently, an Artefact Analysis - both quite large tasks and both needing lots of time and both completed at the last minute, inevitably.

I wonder, when I climb even more up the educative ladder, whether this will remain the case. It will be rather stressful, mind you, having to write around five-thousand words at the last minute. I can imagine myself, frantic yet focussed minutes before a major research paper is due - oh, the joy.

And yet I push on. It seems, or it is so, rather, that every essay I have ever written for academic purposes has been conjured up at the last minute. It is no wonder that my body has become so accustomed to sleep deprivation. I can focus better during my days working on only four hours of sleep instead of nights where I acquire over seven hours, which is the 'healthy' amount. Not even coffee can keep me up when I have had my healthy dose of sleep.

It is an interesting matter, completing things at the last minute. It keeps one on edge. It certainly keeps me on edge. And I still have a presentation to organise for tomorrow, even though tomorrow began twenty-six minutes ago, and I still have not showered. My life, it seems, is all last minute based. I tell myself each time that I will be late to my own funeral.