In twenty-four hours, give or take, Jared and myself and our 100 or so classmates will have run the gauntlet that is spring finals week. It will be over. I have most of a term paper left to write, but it’s going well, and I expect it to be a calm and quiet finish.
I spent my afternoon with the windows open, enjoying the sound of wild May rain and the cool breeze. I am thankful for this, and feel it made up for the incredibly tedious task of taking notes out of commentaries that accompanied these pleasures. (I love me some exegesis, but the note-taking is like pulling teeth. I think the pleasure is in the synthesis.)
Do you ever get to that point of stress where you make up new things to do, just so you can feel productive and give yourself a happy excuse to procrastinate? It was in such a rush that I made the 24-page original draft of the Lenten KAL. It’s like you’re pressing forward so hard against a goal directly in front of you that your creative energy has to press out laterally, kinda out your ears. That’s why, instead of starting my exegesis paper two nights ago, I stayed up until midnight drafting the pattern for a new sweater. Now the chart is made and I’m cast on, and I’m debating whether to knit on it or write a few more paragraphs tonight. The fact that I’m already procrastinating by blogging is not a good sign.
What weird things do you do when you’re up against a crazy deadline? Are you super-focused and productive? Do you procrastinate then pull crazy all-nighters? Are you so organized that you don’t even know what I’m talking about? Do you eat nothing but cold pizza and stop doing housework? (Guilty on that one! I’m doing pretty well this time, but if you come over, you might want to use your own bathroom first so you don’t have to use mine. ‘t’ain’t pretty.) Do you engage in extra prayer? Do you offer yourself a prize at the end? Do you drink coffee until you have to do Lamaze breathing to keep your heart from exploding?
It’s almost over. That’s all I can think about. Oddly, Friday the 13th’s tend to be my luckiest (or most blessed) days, so I’m feeling confident.