Daunting Pile

I’m tired. The semester is already half over and I’m beginning to realize how much work I’ll have to do in the second half. It’s only multiplied when I consider how little work I’ve done in the first half. Why do I never get tired of procrastination? It’s like I’m playing a game of intellectual chicken with my workload–so far I’m on the teetering on the edge. But at the same time I don’t feel academic guilt. I haven’t been a lazy slouch since school started. In fact, I’ve watched less TV than I ever have before, participated more on campus, and spent more time with people. I’ve taken the time for some things I need to do, and I don’t regret that. I can’t regret that. Now I just have to rise up and tackle the daunting pile of work ahead of me. But isn’t it always a daunting pile? Somehow I think life would be boring if it were a little tiny pile.

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