There’s No Escaping It

Procrastination is contagious in a dormitory. I always put off doing my homework until around 7:30 when I get back from dinner. I find I way to justify this decision by rationalizing that I spend all morning and most of my afternoon in classes, therefore the three hours of free time I have before dinner should be spent resting. With the appropriate amount of rest I can be completely focused on my studies later.

However, today after dinner a not so unusual thing happened. I found myself in no mood to do homework. As I walked into my suite I headed for my room, preparing to force myself to do my work, but the couch caught my eye. I thought about how funny it would be for my friend to come home from work and find it in her door way. Then I planned on stacking some chairs on top of the already strategically placed couch, but once I had all of the furniture in the hall I found it oddly cozy.

By this time I had sparked the interest of three other girls in this suite. After much consideration of what to do with our now empty common room we thought of rebuilding the beds of some of our de-tripled roommates and creating a good place to be lazy and hang out. As we reconstructed the old beds we talked of all of the homework we had been planning to do at this time.

After the beds were in place we had decided that the rest of the furniture would complement the room better. An hour later the room was done, complete with clean sheets covering every piece of dorm furniture that had been supplied to us.

Despite the completion of my masterpiece I still wasn’t done procrastinating. Before writing this blog I managed to play lacrosse in the hall, volleyball in the game room, and analyze two songs (out of pure interest). There’s no escaping procrastination in a dorm.