Think back to the last time you wrote something for a teacher in high school. How did you go about it? What steps did you go through to produce the essay? No, let me guess.

First, you waited until the very last minute to write the damn thing. The essay was due Monday morning but you waited until Sunday night at about 9:30 PM or later to sit down and pull the assignment out of your notebook. You did think about the assignment during the week and on Friday night you didn't enjoy the party, the beer or the company of your friends as much as you wanted to because you had this anxiety, this creeping suspicion that there was an important school assignment waiting to ambush you when you arrived home. You swore then that you would lock yourself in your room on Saturday until it was finished.

You awoke Sunday morning (What happened to Saturday?) feeling like death and facing the real possibility that you might not be able to finish the essay on time. You loitered through breakfast, read the comics, and even started to read the newspaper article about a new cure for some disease with the Latin name estudiantis procrastinamythis. With a groan you rose, shuffled into your room, locked the door and sat down to work.

You cleaned your room. You opened the door just wide enough for you to to hear the Raider game your mother was watching in the living room. You needed a break so you took the dog for a long walk. When you returned home, dinner was waiting for you. You ate slowly. You re-read the article on estudiantis procrastinamythis . After you ate four cookies and helped with the dishes (a very rare event) you retired to your room, determined to have the essay finished in time for you to watch The X Files. You browsed through two or three old issues of People magazine looking for ideas. You tore a piece of paper out of your notebook, coughed, licked the end of the pencil, then began to think and write at the same time.

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