S and I have this conversation several times a year. Usually right before we have major essays due - but this time it's for the same class. The big P word. We both put it off for as long as we can and then want to smack ourselves over the head for it. Always thinking "this is the last time I wait so long". We never learn, and then we're invariably stuck the night before an eight page essay is due, sitting in front of bright screens facing a blank page. It's the worst feeling.
He's better at it than I am. He can pull an A out of his a** without so much as a blink - to be that gifted would be great.
Hm - look at what I'm doing now, when I should be doing my primary document analysis.
The self knowing smile sits smugly on my face.
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