I don't know if it has something to do with the generation that I was born into and how our attention span is equivalent to a ...uh.. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, goldfish. Anyway, laziness is my number one attraction. Love it or leave it, it's what I do and what I do well. This includes procrastination. It also includes half-assing my way through just about everything. It includes starting many projects, but not finishing them. The list goes on an on really. I guess the only thing that I have never been lazy about was communication and social skills, which I suppose, go hand in hand. With badass communication skills, I have learned the delightful art of manipulation with just a splash of luck.
There was one point in time when I was taking a class at the University. I attempted to drop it because my laziness had, once again, gotten the best of me. I went to the administration building, got one of those little green pieces of paper, I just needed the professors signature and the process would be done. However, my teacher was oddly fond of me, and tried to convince me that I could do it, I really could. I had two days to make up all of my missed homework assignments, which was, oh, about 90% of the semester worth of assignments. I half-assed my way through the assignments, which in my defense, had to do with the fact that it was finals week and I had a ton of other things to do. <- Believe it or not, I'm actually productive for about the last four weeks of a semester and usually somehow end up pulling my shit together. So anyway, I know that I was going to get below a C in the class, there was no doubt. I hadn't even learned the criteria exceptionally well! I was working on the final that made absolutely no sense when I got a note passed to me. I glanced around the room and opened it up "Sam, what grade do you need in this class? -Ms. ********". I wasn't going to be ridiculous and say an A, because after all, I would be happy to get a B- in the class, so that's what I wrote. Oddly enough, that's what popped up as my final grade. Now perhaps, I really had deserved that B-. I tend to keep it pretty close with my teachers and stay in touch, even get to know them on a personal level sometimes. I do go to class almost every day, unless if I have a legitimate excuse (I slept through my alarm, sick, etc.). I just find it ironic that due to amazing communication efforts, but little work I got exactly what I was okay with.
This is the way that my life works, for the most part as a graceful underachiever.
