This leopard doesn't change its spots. Yeah, I did it again. Term paper. 'nuff said. It wasn't that bad this time round, only one and a half weeks.
I don't want to sound like I'm actually proud of this bad habit. I'm not. In fact, I hate it. I don't even like to talk about it; often others bring up the topic. So what do I say? Be assured that I hate it ...
Why do I hate it?
One. It's tormenting ... Days spent fretting about the overdue work and not actually lifting a finger. Not daring to go to class. Avoiding the canteen your lecturer is likely to eat at. Most draining of all: staying up odd hours hoping to finish it at one shot but ending up sleep-deprived, and the work's still not done.
Two. More importantly, I hate it because it's another example of bad stewardship of time. I'm a horrible steward of time. I must discipline myself to see time as not belonging to me, but to God. "So what have you done with the 24 hours I've given you to look after?" "Eh .... urm .... well ...." I don't want to find out what gnashing of teeth is really all about!!
Yeah, so I've lightened my load a lot now, but I'm always hoping: this better be the last time!!
