There has been many a time where I myself have discovered that the object of my affection has their attention otherwise occupied by someone else. I have no desire to be the other woman in such a situation and I also have no desire to try to win the guy over so that he'll dump his current squeeze in favour of me. Maybe it's also because generally speaking once I discover a guy has a girlfriend (whether or not there's an official title or just implied that is some sort of relationship), I suddenly lose interest.
It's odd, generally speaking I'm highly competitive. However, when it comes to trying to win over guys I tend to fade more into the background. Now, being the type of person I am, I'm sure a lot of it has to do with insecurities because generally speaking I view myself as being average. Knowing what I know about guys, I know that it's hard for me to compete with most girls because I'm average looking with the ability to clean up alright and turn some heads (if I have serious help with make-up and hair because I'm just not capable on my own). But yes, there are insecurities at play with this sort of thing - which is funny because the last few times I've been out at the bars I've actually been hit on. Go figure?
Anyways, my point is I don't understand why girls go for guys with girlfriends (or vice versa with guys going for girls with boyfriends). Why would you set yourself up for that sort of disaster? And if you have a history of pining over guys who are unavailable because of having a girlfriend...I think that says something. I feel it screams of being attention seeking and downright stupid. Not to say I've never done it, because it has happened. However, I certainly don't actively try to sway the guy if I know he has some other attachment.
Now, I happen to have a friend who tends to fall for guys who have girlfriends. It seems to be happening again. And I've warned her - yet again - that this is a bad idea. She seems to know it's a bad idea and then tries to say I do the same thing, before realizing she doesn't really have a case for herself.
Granted, when I do fall, I fall hard and fast and quickly become completely infatuated. However, there have only been two real examples of any of these infatuations lasting more than three months. And while I, like many other girls, will sit there analyzing every scrap of information I can to decide if the guy likes me, I also tend to be realistic about it as much as possible. Part of it is that I'm still trying to find a balance between the two extremes of "He totally doesn't even know I exist and could never in a million years feel the same" or "OMG HE DID THIS SO HE TOTALLY LOVES ME!!!!11!111!!!!"
I could never knowingly actively hit on some other girl's man. I would never be able to live with myself, because I would never want another girl to do that to me. Even cutesy teasing and semi-flirting with someone who is involved with someone else is something I find awkward at times.
Call me judgmental if you must, but in my view I just don't see what benefit it would have for me to put myself in that sort of position. All it would do would further torment me and if I did succeed, I'm a total class-less bitch who doesn't understand boundaries.
Just my two cents on the matter.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Disney vs. Reality
I just finished watching the Princess and the Frog and as per usual lately I'm wondering where my "Prince Charming" may be hiding. It does seem that Disney certainly gives us unrealistic expectations when it comes to our own personal fairytales. I'm oddly ok with that though. Why not dream big? You just have realize there won't be a full piece orchestra to underscore important moments and sometimes they won't seem totally perfect, but I definitely think there are those moments that take on a surreal feeling that make them seem dreamlike.
I've had a few of those moments myself - both romantic ones and non-romantic ones. There's sort of two that were very strongly romantic, one that's vaguely romantic (but more stupid comedy than true romance in that even at the time my head was going "oh this is probably not a smart move but what the hell") and many that are non-romantic ones.
The vaguely romantic, but very comedic one was one of those "oh god I could do so much better, but I like that he's clearly interested in me" make-out sessions that just sort of...happened. That had the circumstances not lined up that day in terms of having spent a good portion of my day having frustratingly flirty conversations with the guy I was actually interested in who lived far from where I actually was before he signed off to go to a party, along with having felt I was trapped in my dorm on campus, I never would have even gone over to watch movies with this other guy. Not so much a regret, more of something not to be repeated any time soon. But even at the time it had a surreal quality to it in a lot of ways in that everything that led to the initial kiss lined up just so as well.
The romantic ones...they were a lot of fun. One was a silly romantic one were after a few too many drinks we shared a cab home with another girl because we all lived in the same area. Somehow him walking me home turned into a detour to his place to get sweaters to keep us warm, which moved from hugging and cuddling with me sitting on his lap on his desk chair as we watched youtube videos to a rather fun make-out session. It was all very silly - at one point he farted and got really embarrassed but my response was to giggle and make a fart joke. Then as we were spooning and I was trying to explain why I wasn't spending the night he wouldn't let go of me and when I finally felt his grip slacken just enough I yelled "SPIN MOVE!" and rolled away and off the bed where I then sat on the floor giggling like a maniac before I could pull myself together to make my way home.
But the truly romantic one was when I lived overseas for a year of university. We were in a theatre group together and had been flirting in the final month of rehearsal and got on really well. We walked home together following a get-together in the pub after a performance. Before we'd even left the air seemed to tingle with that strange sense of anticipation that never seems to fulfill itself in my case usually. We were out on the patio and it was chilly so he had offered me his jacket. First clue. Then at one point we'd been standing saying goodbye to someone who was leaving and when I went to pester him and poke him in the side he grabbed my wrists and spun me around so that my arms were crossed over myself with his arms over top, hugging me from behind. We got progressively more touchy with each other, pushing the boundaries and flirting.
Then we left together and when we made it outside he went to get his keys to unlock his bike, only to realize they were in his jacket pocket so he came really close to me and fished them out, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Very intense. Made it about 100m away, not even with him walking his bike before suddenly we were holding hands. Conversation was easy and relaxed. Outside my door we were discussing the difficulties of language and how it can be hard to get your point across so I said "Yeah, sometimes you just have to point and say I want that one." I was rather sassy when I did it, cocking my head to the side and giving him a pointed look that he instantly responded to with a kiss. It didn't go much beyond some kissing, but still, very cute and very romantic from my point of view.
But there's far more non-romantic surreal moments in my life. I'm one of those people who often suffers from horrible amounts of deja vue. Usually about rather mundane things - like sitting in class. But when it happens, it freaks me out. I've had some things that were very significant in terms of dreams happening about a month after the fact in real life down to the last detail.
Winning big awards, big moments in my life like graduation or moving for school and to go overseas. Moving back home after my year abroad was huge. Traveling in Russia. Going to Greece when I was still in high school and feeling as though I'd already stepped foot in Delphi in a past life almost. Wilderness camping trips. Giving the eulogy at my granny's funeral last year. The day before moving away for my first year of university, one of my best guy friends (who I literally grew up with and have a one of a kind relationship with) coming down to say goodbye and handing me a framed copy of the picture of us from graduation (his mom clearly got him the frame but STILL). Getting the "I only like you as a friend" talk multiple times from different guys when I've gotten ballsy enough to say something, but knowing in the back of my head I'll never be able to say it to the one guy I probably should say something to. Winning my 100m race and advancing. Scoring the winning goal in the final that got us the championship in soccer.
There's so many memories that have a strange quality to them even as it happens. It doesn't seem entirely real.
So does Disney exaggerate? Of course they do. Does it bother me that they seem to have a certain level of sexism in their movies in regards to how women are supposed to act? Sure. Is it any worse than any other movie though? Not really. Do I mind having my expectations raised? No. I know I deserve the best and I'm not going to settle for less. I think if nothing else you need to find what makes you happy and for many that is in finding happiness in love. You can say I'm being old fashioned or whatever, but I don't care. Stories where everyone gets a happy ending are needed sometimes.
I've had a few of those moments myself - both romantic ones and non-romantic ones. There's sort of two that were very strongly romantic, one that's vaguely romantic (but more stupid comedy than true romance in that even at the time my head was going "oh this is probably not a smart move but what the hell") and many that are non-romantic ones.
The vaguely romantic, but very comedic one was one of those "oh god I could do so much better, but I like that he's clearly interested in me" make-out sessions that just sort of...happened. That had the circumstances not lined up that day in terms of having spent a good portion of my day having frustratingly flirty conversations with the guy I was actually interested in who lived far from where I actually was before he signed off to go to a party, along with having felt I was trapped in my dorm on campus, I never would have even gone over to watch movies with this other guy. Not so much a regret, more of something not to be repeated any time soon. But even at the time it had a surreal quality to it in a lot of ways in that everything that led to the initial kiss lined up just so as well.
The romantic ones...they were a lot of fun. One was a silly romantic one were after a few too many drinks we shared a cab home with another girl because we all lived in the same area. Somehow him walking me home turned into a detour to his place to get sweaters to keep us warm, which moved from hugging and cuddling with me sitting on his lap on his desk chair as we watched youtube videos to a rather fun make-out session. It was all very silly - at one point he farted and got really embarrassed but my response was to giggle and make a fart joke. Then as we were spooning and I was trying to explain why I wasn't spending the night he wouldn't let go of me and when I finally felt his grip slacken just enough I yelled "SPIN MOVE!" and rolled away and off the bed where I then sat on the floor giggling like a maniac before I could pull myself together to make my way home.
But the truly romantic one was when I lived overseas for a year of university. We were in a theatre group together and had been flirting in the final month of rehearsal and got on really well. We walked home together following a get-together in the pub after a performance. Before we'd even left the air seemed to tingle with that strange sense of anticipation that never seems to fulfill itself in my case usually. We were out on the patio and it was chilly so he had offered me his jacket. First clue. Then at one point we'd been standing saying goodbye to someone who was leaving and when I went to pester him and poke him in the side he grabbed my wrists and spun me around so that my arms were crossed over myself with his arms over top, hugging me from behind. We got progressively more touchy with each other, pushing the boundaries and flirting.
Then we left together and when we made it outside he went to get his keys to unlock his bike, only to realize they were in his jacket pocket so he came really close to me and fished them out, eyes locked on mine the whole time. Very intense. Made it about 100m away, not even with him walking his bike before suddenly we were holding hands. Conversation was easy and relaxed. Outside my door we were discussing the difficulties of language and how it can be hard to get your point across so I said "Yeah, sometimes you just have to point and say I want that one." I was rather sassy when I did it, cocking my head to the side and giving him a pointed look that he instantly responded to with a kiss. It didn't go much beyond some kissing, but still, very cute and very romantic from my point of view.
But there's far more non-romantic surreal moments in my life. I'm one of those people who often suffers from horrible amounts of deja vue. Usually about rather mundane things - like sitting in class. But when it happens, it freaks me out. I've had some things that were very significant in terms of dreams happening about a month after the fact in real life down to the last detail.
Winning big awards, big moments in my life like graduation or moving for school and to go overseas. Moving back home after my year abroad was huge. Traveling in Russia. Going to Greece when I was still in high school and feeling as though I'd already stepped foot in Delphi in a past life almost. Wilderness camping trips. Giving the eulogy at my granny's funeral last year. The day before moving away for my first year of university, one of my best guy friends (who I literally grew up with and have a one of a kind relationship with) coming down to say goodbye and handing me a framed copy of the picture of us from graduation (his mom clearly got him the frame but STILL). Getting the "I only like you as a friend" talk multiple times from different guys when I've gotten ballsy enough to say something, but knowing in the back of my head I'll never be able to say it to the one guy I probably should say something to. Winning my 100m race and advancing. Scoring the winning goal in the final that got us the championship in soccer.
There's so many memories that have a strange quality to them even as it happens. It doesn't seem entirely real.
So does Disney exaggerate? Of course they do. Does it bother me that they seem to have a certain level of sexism in their movies in regards to how women are supposed to act? Sure. Is it any worse than any other movie though? Not really. Do I mind having my expectations raised? No. I know I deserve the best and I'm not going to settle for less. I think if nothing else you need to find what makes you happy and for many that is in finding happiness in love. You can say I'm being old fashioned or whatever, but I don't care. Stories where everyone gets a happy ending are needed sometimes.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Watching vs. Playing
Since it's about time for the start of March Madness (that's the NCAA basketball championship for those of you who don't know), I felt compelled to write on the subject of watching sports.
Now, while in the past few years I discovered how fun it can be to dress up and be girly, I am still a tomboy at heart. I grew up playing sports with the guys and the whole shebang. In fact, I still play high level competitive women's soccer to this day. Over the years I picked up swimming, skating, skiing, soccer, basketball, volleyball, tennis, cross country, track and field (sprints, long jump and javelin specifically), golf, ultimate frisbee, touch football at recess (tackle if teachers weren't looking)...etc. Was never a fan of baseball though. To this day I dislike that sport. I find it incredibly tedious and boring. (Interesting to note though that despite being Canadian, I've never really gotten into hockey. My parents wouldn't let me play when I was younger because they were afraid I'd get hurt. They signed me up for ski racing instead. Ironic thing was that was how I broke my wrist. I did do the girl equivalent of figure skating though.)
In fact, at my grade 8 graduation I won the top female athlete award and went on to win an award for athletic achievement when I graduated high school four years later.
Now another funny thing about my family is that my dad is Canadian and my mom is American. My dad doesn't do sports. At all. My mom watches sports obsessively - especially football. And college basketball. She started watching soccer a few years ago simply because she needed something else to watch in the summer I think and because after years of watching me play she has a good idea how the game works.
This is to establish my street cred in the fact that I do get sports. I honestly do. What I don't get is the obsession with watching other people play them. Even more baffling it watching the professional sports where they are paid millions of dollars. I don't understand why you memorize all these stats and obsess over every little detail. I just don't get it. I don't think I ever will.
I watched the Olympics religiously when it was on, but that was mostly because you get to see some cool stuff you usually don't see. Like freestyle skiing. I used to always watch figure skating with my mom back in the day when I still skated. I watch March Madness with my mom as well. I also watch World Cup Soccer. And sometimes I'll watch college football.
But the idea that it is more enjoyable to watch other people play a sport than to play it myself? Pft! I'd rather go do it myself. I get frustrated watching other people play. My mom wouldn't let me go to my sister's games anymore because I used to yell to much about what they should be doing. (Oddly, I never really yelled at the ref unless they were really bad because I was a soccer referee for almost 10 years.) I've yelled at the tv too when watching certain games, so I mean I sort of get it...but I don't get the obsession people - mainly guys - seem to have. Maybe it's because as you get older you can't do stuff like that anymore? But I'll admit it kind of makes me laugh when I see people (like my mother) who clearly never played sports but get so obsessed over it on tv. To be fair to my mother she wasn't allowed because she had knee problems and she also grew up in the 50s-70s so womens sports weren't as common as they are now. And she was from small town Ohio, so their weekly excitement was the Friday night football or basketball game.
I suppose if I wanted to use my undergraduate degree in History I could probably do some research and make the links to the fact that back in the day people watched jousting and gladiator battles. There's always been contests of strength and the Olympics go way back to 776 BCE. (I know this because I just finished a lesson plan on Ancient Greece earlier today.) So why do we derive this thrill from watching others compete in these contests?
For some it's a bonding experience and something to do. I know that's why I was all excited to watch the Gold Medal Hockey game. We had some snacks and yelled at the tv and then popped champagne when Canada came out victorious because we decided to class it up a bit. But it can't be purely social, as tons of people watch games by themselves on a regular basis and follow their favourite team through thick and thin. The Toronto Maple Leafs have the strongest fanbase/franchise...yet they lose all the time.
So what is it about sports that sucks people in so that they care so much? Why is it that they'll cry when their team loses or wins a championship? It's not like they themselves contributed. They don't even personally know the team members.
It's a strange thing in my opinion. Personally, I'm going to stick with going out and actually playing the sports. Watching other people have all the fun tends to bore me.
Now, while in the past few years I discovered how fun it can be to dress up and be girly, I am still a tomboy at heart. I grew up playing sports with the guys and the whole shebang. In fact, I still play high level competitive women's soccer to this day. Over the years I picked up swimming, skating, skiing, soccer, basketball, volleyball, tennis, cross country, track and field (sprints, long jump and javelin specifically), golf, ultimate frisbee, touch football at recess (tackle if teachers weren't looking)...etc. Was never a fan of baseball though. To this day I dislike that sport. I find it incredibly tedious and boring. (Interesting to note though that despite being Canadian, I've never really gotten into hockey. My parents wouldn't let me play when I was younger because they were afraid I'd get hurt. They signed me up for ski racing instead. Ironic thing was that was how I broke my wrist. I did do the girl equivalent of figure skating though.)
In fact, at my grade 8 graduation I won the top female athlete award and went on to win an award for athletic achievement when I graduated high school four years later.
Now another funny thing about my family is that my dad is Canadian and my mom is American. My dad doesn't do sports. At all. My mom watches sports obsessively - especially football. And college basketball. She started watching soccer a few years ago simply because she needed something else to watch in the summer I think and because after years of watching me play she has a good idea how the game works.
This is to establish my street cred in the fact that I do get sports. I honestly do. What I don't get is the obsession with watching other people play them. Even more baffling it watching the professional sports where they are paid millions of dollars. I don't understand why you memorize all these stats and obsess over every little detail. I just don't get it. I don't think I ever will.
I watched the Olympics religiously when it was on, but that was mostly because you get to see some cool stuff you usually don't see. Like freestyle skiing. I used to always watch figure skating with my mom back in the day when I still skated. I watch March Madness with my mom as well. I also watch World Cup Soccer. And sometimes I'll watch college football.
But the idea that it is more enjoyable to watch other people play a sport than to play it myself? Pft! I'd rather go do it myself. I get frustrated watching other people play. My mom wouldn't let me go to my sister's games anymore because I used to yell to much about what they should be doing. (Oddly, I never really yelled at the ref unless they were really bad because I was a soccer referee for almost 10 years.) I've yelled at the tv too when watching certain games, so I mean I sort of get it...but I don't get the obsession people - mainly guys - seem to have. Maybe it's because as you get older you can't do stuff like that anymore? But I'll admit it kind of makes me laugh when I see people (like my mother) who clearly never played sports but get so obsessed over it on tv. To be fair to my mother she wasn't allowed because she had knee problems and she also grew up in the 50s-70s so womens sports weren't as common as they are now. And she was from small town Ohio, so their weekly excitement was the Friday night football or basketball game.
I suppose if I wanted to use my undergraduate degree in History I could probably do some research and make the links to the fact that back in the day people watched jousting and gladiator battles. There's always been contests of strength and the Olympics go way back to 776 BCE. (I know this because I just finished a lesson plan on Ancient Greece earlier today.) So why do we derive this thrill from watching others compete in these contests?
For some it's a bonding experience and something to do. I know that's why I was all excited to watch the Gold Medal Hockey game. We had some snacks and yelled at the tv and then popped champagne when Canada came out victorious because we decided to class it up a bit. But it can't be purely social, as tons of people watch games by themselves on a regular basis and follow their favourite team through thick and thin. The Toronto Maple Leafs have the strongest fanbase/franchise...yet they lose all the time.
So what is it about sports that sucks people in so that they care so much? Why is it that they'll cry when their team loses or wins a championship? It's not like they themselves contributed. They don't even personally know the team members.
It's a strange thing in my opinion. Personally, I'm going to stick with going out and actually playing the sports. Watching other people have all the fun tends to bore me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
This awkward moment is brought to you by the letters F, M and L
Now I'm sure most, if not all, people have had their fair share of awkward moments. I would like to introduce you to one of my more recent ones, particularly as it had me flashback to a similar previous experience.
On a recent gathering at a local establishment that offered both beverages and a dance floor I was confronted with a typical problem I encounter from time to time. The problem being that as I'm trying to enjoy my night, I look over and notice my most recent crush is really enjoying his. This particular individual had more than his share of drinks that night and as it turns out is a terrible drunk. A few weekends previously at another local establishment that served beverages, but lacked a dance floor I had in fact confessed my attraction to him. I was met with the standard "I don't think we should complicate things" and "I like you as a friend" speech. I will note that this is not the first time I've heard those words in this sort of context and had decided if I was woman enough to say something, I had to be woman enough to deal with either potential answer. So I responded casually that everything was cool and in all honestly I was relatively ok with the idea of remaining friends.
In fact, following the little "confession" of attraction, things were only minimally awkward. Possibly thanks to him not actually remembering that night, although given my previous experiences I long ago developed the ability to continue as if nothing had happened. Things were humming along and we carried on as we had previously, essential as we had classes together.
Well, I thought I was fine with everything, but it appears the combination of alcohol and the stress of the previous week with impending deadlines led to a rather emotional state for me Friday night. This was not helped when I looked over and saw him flirting like mad with various girls. One girl happens to be a good friend of mine and when she realized what was happening felt horrible and pushed him away. She then spent a good chunk of the rest of the night making sure I was distracted and in fact would position herself so I couldn't see his antics.
This is all fine and dandy, but it doesn't help when at the end of the night when I'm waiting at the coat check he appears, with a girl in tow. A girl who happens to be a friend of a friend I had talked to earlier in the evening before heading out about the whole thing who knew he was the guy in question from my story. They were to my right and to my left was another couple, including the guy who was friends with this other girl and lives in the same house as her. The guy also happens to have been a previous flame from some months earlier. However, that had been relatively resolved in November and we'd drifted soundly into the good friends category.
Still, it's kind of a slap in the face to see the two guys you've talked about the potential for more with in the past few months, only to have both opt for friends only, leaving with different girls. One couple on either side. Ouch. At the time it sucked. Actually, it really sucked. However, after a few days it's rather amusing - especially since this isn't the first time I've had something like this happen at a coat check.
About two years ago I was living abroad for a year and had in fact talked to a guy I happened to fancy and had him opt for friends only as well. Well, roughly a month later I was at the coat check, as was he with a girl who was friends with a mutual friend of ours. They were clearly leaving together and actually ended up dating for about two months after that initial night.
Now, I'm left with a question though as to what the proper etiquette is for this particular situation. I've had it happen twice now which leads me to believe it is likely to happen again. Am I supposed to make casual small talk? If the case warrants should I make a point of commenting on the gentleman's ability (or lack thereof)? Do I ignore it and become fascinated by my phone and the pretend text messages I seem to be receiving?
Thoughts?
On a recent gathering at a local establishment that offered both beverages and a dance floor I was confronted with a typical problem I encounter from time to time. The problem being that as I'm trying to enjoy my night, I look over and notice my most recent crush is really enjoying his. This particular individual had more than his share of drinks that night and as it turns out is a terrible drunk. A few weekends previously at another local establishment that served beverages, but lacked a dance floor I had in fact confessed my attraction to him. I was met with the standard "I don't think we should complicate things" and "I like you as a friend" speech. I will note that this is not the first time I've heard those words in this sort of context and had decided if I was woman enough to say something, I had to be woman enough to deal with either potential answer. So I responded casually that everything was cool and in all honestly I was relatively ok with the idea of remaining friends.
In fact, following the little "confession" of attraction, things were only minimally awkward. Possibly thanks to him not actually remembering that night, although given my previous experiences I long ago developed the ability to continue as if nothing had happened. Things were humming along and we carried on as we had previously, essential as we had classes together.
Well, I thought I was fine with everything, but it appears the combination of alcohol and the stress of the previous week with impending deadlines led to a rather emotional state for me Friday night. This was not helped when I looked over and saw him flirting like mad with various girls. One girl happens to be a good friend of mine and when she realized what was happening felt horrible and pushed him away. She then spent a good chunk of the rest of the night making sure I was distracted and in fact would position herself so I couldn't see his antics.
This is all fine and dandy, but it doesn't help when at the end of the night when I'm waiting at the coat check he appears, with a girl in tow. A girl who happens to be a friend of a friend I had talked to earlier in the evening before heading out about the whole thing who knew he was the guy in question from my story. They were to my right and to my left was another couple, including the guy who was friends with this other girl and lives in the same house as her. The guy also happens to have been a previous flame from some months earlier. However, that had been relatively resolved in November and we'd drifted soundly into the good friends category.
Still, it's kind of a slap in the face to see the two guys you've talked about the potential for more with in the past few months, only to have both opt for friends only, leaving with different girls. One couple on either side. Ouch. At the time it sucked. Actually, it really sucked. However, after a few days it's rather amusing - especially since this isn't the first time I've had something like this happen at a coat check.
About two years ago I was living abroad for a year and had in fact talked to a guy I happened to fancy and had him opt for friends only as well. Well, roughly a month later I was at the coat check, as was he with a girl who was friends with a mutual friend of ours. They were clearly leaving together and actually ended up dating for about two months after that initial night.
Now, I'm left with a question though as to what the proper etiquette is for this particular situation. I've had it happen twice now which leads me to believe it is likely to happen again. Am I supposed to make casual small talk? If the case warrants should I make a point of commenting on the gentleman's ability (or lack thereof)? Do I ignore it and become fascinated by my phone and the pretend text messages I seem to be receiving?
Thoughts?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Procrastination: A Case Study
I'm currently nearing the end of my year as a teacher candidate at a well respected Faculty of Education. In fact, by lunch time on Friday I will have finished all of my own in-class learning at the Faculty itself. Then I have a week off for March Break before heading off to my final practicum in a local high school.
However, I'll need to get through tonight before any of that happens.
As you may have already concluded, my writing here is in fact procrastination at its finest. Yes, that's right - a future teacher who has the same poor time management skills that her students will have. I actually have three different assignments due tomorrow, as well as a performance to prepare for in my Drama class. I just polished off the end of one assignment and the remaining two are both started and well on their way. In fact, one is really only in need of formal citations.
So why is it that I find myself on the internet and launching myself into the world of blogging instead of actually finishing these assignments?
In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea.
And I'm hardly the only one. As I take this break from my assignments to let my brain relax slightly I see numerous Facebook status updates that indicate the vast majority of my fellow students are also battling it out with their assignments. How is it that so many of us fail to be proactive in completing assignments earlier on when we have time so as to avoid the stress of having to rush through them last minute? What is it about the all-nighter that seems to intrigue us that we continually find ourselves seduced by it? Is it simply that we have so many other distractions or obligations that we put off anything that isn't required immediately? Or is it simply that we're lazy and we'd rather not waste our precious time unless it's absolutely necessary so we avoid things for as long as we can?
But then why is it that even with assignments I find useful and relatively enjoyable - such as create a semester plan for a high school Drama course - I still have this habit of waiting until the last minute? Am I just masochistic? Possibly, although I've also used the excuse that I do my best work under pressure.
All I know is I still have a lot to do and should probably invest some time in that work as opposed to attempting to create a witty blog entry.
However, I'll need to get through tonight before any of that happens.
As you may have already concluded, my writing here is in fact procrastination at its finest. Yes, that's right - a future teacher who has the same poor time management skills that her students will have. I actually have three different assignments due tomorrow, as well as a performance to prepare for in my Drama class. I just polished off the end of one assignment and the remaining two are both started and well on their way. In fact, one is really only in need of formal citations.
So why is it that I find myself on the internet and launching myself into the world of blogging instead of actually finishing these assignments?
In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea.
And I'm hardly the only one. As I take this break from my assignments to let my brain relax slightly I see numerous Facebook status updates that indicate the vast majority of my fellow students are also battling it out with their assignments. How is it that so many of us fail to be proactive in completing assignments earlier on when we have time so as to avoid the stress of having to rush through them last minute? What is it about the all-nighter that seems to intrigue us that we continually find ourselves seduced by it? Is it simply that we have so many other distractions or obligations that we put off anything that isn't required immediately? Or is it simply that we're lazy and we'd rather not waste our precious time unless it's absolutely necessary so we avoid things for as long as we can?
But then why is it that even with assignments I find useful and relatively enjoyable - such as create a semester plan for a high school Drama course - I still have this habit of waiting until the last minute? Am I just masochistic? Possibly, although I've also used the excuse that I do my best work under pressure.
All I know is I still have a lot to do and should probably invest some time in that work as opposed to attempting to create a witty blog entry.
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