The warm aroma of my cafe mocha fills merely a small fraction of the air. The steam seeps up from the paper cup, and its sweet goodness brushes against my nose. Although normally this hot drink would soothe my nerves and deliver that quick jolt of energy to my body this morning, I feel instead my stomach tightening in knots and my nerves shaking. Explanation? First off, an evil, lurking biology test awaits me in approximately five hours and secondly, the gentleman next to me never fails to let out a mildly loud series of chuckles within 4 minute intervals.
Apparently, I'm just as big an idiot as this guy is. My goal today was to take on a biology cram session, however I've voluntarily placed myself in an atmosphere that prevents me from getting where I need to be. I can recall very clearly making A's in all my courses without having to lift a finger. This bad habit has adhered and tainted my work ethic. I have always been recognized by my family, friends, and peers for my intelligence, but this widespread, common disease called procrastination has finally overturned and captured the better of me. It has sucked me up for the vast majority of my high school career and now it's winning this battle as I stand during the midterm of my first semester in college. Yet... I'm still not accepting this reality check. When the hell did I get so damn lazy?
