Personal Narrative: Term Paper Procrastination :: Free Essay Writer

330 A.M. finds me in front of a glowing computer screen yet again. Im waiting for inspiration. My friends, kind plentiful to let me use their dorm room and their Macintosh, are asleep in their beds just feet away in the half-darkness, reaping the rewards of their wisdom they havent waited until the night ahead like I have. I take swigs of Mountain Dew from a plastic mug its the sweet nectar of the Gods of Last-Minute Paper Writing. No, make that poisonous nightshade nectar -- the taste of sugary green goodness reminds me, with every swallow, that Ive sentenced myself to another unnecessary all-nighter. I have few ideas and even less condemnationThe blinking computer cursor on an otherwise empty screen was the college version of the blank white page of my earlier years, before technology had taken us so far. But for me it was, in many ways, the same old problem. With early drafts of a paper rarely required, I came time and time again to a point where a significant portion of my grade rested on what was essentially a single nights work. I normally left myself no option further to write in one long session on a computer - there werent plentiful hours remaining to compose a version on paper to be typed up afterward. And time and again, my method, such as it was, worked for me. I not only survived but prospered. But I sometimes wondered, and still wonder this works, but am I progressing? Has my compose grown? Should it be possible to turn out an A paper in a night? What standards are being used to judge these papers? Do my desperate all-night writing sessions somehow, in ways I dont understand, help me improve? How did I learn to write at a level that has helped me succeed up to this point?My early writing education is mostly lost to my conscious memory, but I do think that regular reading, from a young age, of discs of all sorts loomed large in that education. I remember a prose piece from sixth-grade honors English And Reading class called Mutants. It wa s my response to an assignment to write a book about thirty handwritten pages, it was make up of two separate stories about young people with super-powers. I was at the time a huge fan of a comic book (recently popularized on film) called The X-Men, about a group of people born with strange powers who fought for good even though they were feared and hated by the public.