Procrastination Station

Ugh. As much as I love reading about linguistics, it is hard to look forward to a weekend that involves little else. I've already started thinking about about other tasks I could do in order to prolong the hundreds of pages worth of empirical studies I must read.

For instance, I could hand write thank you notes to all of my residents. Maybe instead of simple thank you notes, I could express my gratitude for their service through couplet poems or a good ole quatrain. I could attach the card to a cellophane wrapped bag of freshly baked cookies. I should start researching recipes right now!

Why stop there? I have a lot of other correspondence to catch up on. At that top of that list, I am lucky to have two healthy grandmothers that have probably forgotten about my existence since I communicate so infrequent.

Or when I was younger, I used to like to write letters to politicians. Maybe I could to do that this weekend. President Obama needs to know how I really feel about forcing English language learners to take standardized, culturally biased tests.

Instead of writing letters, I could write my goals or even just positive thoughts on scraps of fabric and then weave them into a rug. Then, every time I come home, I'd be motivated/inspired to do my work and become a fearless and thoughtful teacher dedicated to urban education and inequality.

Or, I could just stop procrastinating through this blog and get to work. That way, I might actually finish before sunset on Sunday evening. Then, I could relax for like five minutes before Monday strikes again.