pre-crastinate

There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.” Ha ha. While a lot of students around here, even the good ones, are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator. I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately. I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now. I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch. I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards. There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air. Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses, and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday. I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done. When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day, he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside. Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early? But soon enough, I was back to happiness. I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see. Shall we wax poetic? I’m like the sea, always restless and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort. I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances, I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking, I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’ Let them whisper me freakish though I win a thousand crowns, the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid, to finish the commission first and be the best. . . Songs for this: Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths Let Me Go by CAKE