If I were given 50 years to complete an assignment, I would let it hang over my head and torment me for 49 years and 364 days before I did it.
   

I try my best not to sabotage my future self. I eat right and exercise to set a precedent for health, work hard in school to eventually get the job I want, and avoid harmful substances to keep as many brain cells intact as possible. So why do I self-destruct when a due date is thrown at me? All the TED Talks and motivational speeches in the world can’t get me to do my history homework at home rather than the period before history class. If I’m given the opportunity to delay an assignment I will seize that opportunity with the ferocity of Napoleon seizing control of France in 1799, a fact I learned cramming for a test the period before history.
   

I realized my procrastinating was a problem in third grade when I faked an illness to stay home and finish a report on blue whales. That report turned out well, so I waited until the last minute to put together my science fair project later that year. This trend continued throughout grade school, into middle school, and still plagues me in highschool. Why do I put so much easily-avoidable stress on myself? Even assignments that peak my interest are thrown to the side for instant gratification through mind-numbing technology.   
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he reason I believe I’m such a devote procrastinator is because I never learn my lesson. I always manage to pull off the all-nighter and hand in the product of sleep deprivation and raw determination on time. My brain is infinitely waging civil war with itself, the responsible thoughts falling victim to the irresponsible thoughts time and time again. The sage advice from someone with good work-ethic would probably be to start organizing my time and planning for the future, and although I want to change, I would rather change tomorrow.