I had a great conversation with my friend Amy last night. She is completing her Master's (not sure if that is allowed to have an apostrophe Amy...she is the grammar police afterall). Anyway, we both did our undergrads together, drank many a beers together and laughed many a laughs together. Yes, I realize you can't add an 's' to beer, but I really enjoy the word beers. We both successfully procasticated our way through our undergraduate degrees. This involved working jobs and allocating many hours to partying all while attending classes which never happened at 8:30am. One would suggest we were the master planners, exceptional time allocaters or even doctors of time management. We both looked at it as procastinating.
7 years after graduating from an undergrad, we are both back in school. I recently signed up for a Certificate Program through Ryerson University to obtain a Certificate in Public Relations. I am one course in and my bad habits have crept back. Amy has been doing her degree for a few years now while working full time. Back to our conversation from last night that inspired me; we were speaking about our most famous excuses and grandiose plans. This past week I went to bed early and told myself that I would wake up early in the morning and get an hour of school work in. The morning rolled around on Monday and I pushed the snooze button until 7:15, so no getting up early for me. Tuesday rolled around and I went into work early and didn't get any school work done. By Wednesday I decided that the goal of waking up early wasn't going to happen. Maybe I should do some work later in the evening sounded like a more realistic plan. Thursday night I crawled in bed with the goal to read, except I realized that there was an episode of The Following that I hadn't watched yet and I know Dave doesn't like that show, so I best watch it while he is at work. Now we are at Friday and I simply cannot do school work on Friday. I break the rules sometimes and work out on Fridays, I simply cannot do school work! I think that's against my religion.
Back to my conversation with Amy. She sets the same goals for herself and wakes up early to get school work done. This is how it turns out. Monday she wakes up early and has this extra time to blow dry and straighten her hair. She looks extra special for work that day. Tuesday she prepares a nice breakfast and wonders why she is up early. By Wednesday snooze will get hit for an hour. Thursday and Friday she is back to her regular routine until the following Monday. Monday is a new week afterall!
The week ends and we both have our designated school work completed. When did it happen? It happened as life went on. The success of master procastinators like Amy and I is that we pump out the master work of 5 hours in a 2 hour time frame. The sweat, blood and sometimes booze helps the cause. I got a compliment on my work from a fellow Ryerson teammate and that made me feel good. Mission accomplished.
On a side note: I realized that I hadn't posted since July. I could have had a baby in that time. Thank goodness I didn't.
