I Think I’ll Name Him Vestigial Trait
Today I completed the final paper of my career as an English major. It never ceases to astound me what lengths I’ll go to in order to avoid composing a paper. Waiting until the last possible minute has been my sole method of production for years. Each semester I vow to myself to quit procrastinating, only to find myself in the same situation over and over again. I suppose that it’s all said and done now, but I’m sure I’ll find a way to procrastinate to the last possible minute in other aspects of my post-Smith life. Heck, my wisdom teeth are practically talking by now and I have yet to have them removed. I’ve never gotten around to getting that driver’s license, either. Fast forward to ten years from now when I’m giving birth in the back seat of a taxi cab, complaining of a tooth ache.
I’ve never been one to participate in any activity that would qualify as a sport, but if there was a prize for delivering under pressure I’d surely win it. This leads me to a list.
Non-Sporting Activities I Could Successfully Compete In:
