I feel like I have a lot of work to do by tonight, and it’s entirely my fault for not reading the books earlier, but this just feels slightly ridiculous. In any case this isn’t going to be a very long post because of the amount of work I feel I should be doing. This post serves as a means of procrastination as well as a record of how I feel at this exact moment. For two hours my iPad has been sitting here right next to me and I just couldn’t bring myself to read my professor’s book. First of all the man expects me to read the whole thing in a week which would be possible if I locked myself in a room for a few hours every day, and if I had no other classes or engagements. The problem professor, is that after hours of classes each day, I’m not ready to just sit and read your book. Sometimes I have to nap, or watch TV, or talk to somebody. I need to unwind. All of your students need to unwind. Your class is not the most important thing to our lives, or even the most important class in our schedule. It’s just another class in the grand scheme of 50+ classes I’ve taken as a student at the University of Pittsburgh and you do not get special treatment. One book a week, you say? I’ll give you this; I’ll skim one book a week, because I have things to do. I have other books that I need to read for other classes, places to go for other classes, things to research. Food to eat, sleep to be had, love, art, music, alcohol, exercise. Today I’ll read your book, the best I can; but only for so long – because there is other work to be done. I may procrastinate but I work hard, and I believe the essays written in the dark of the morning are going to suffice, and I don’t think for a second that you’re going to be able to tell that I didn’t read your book from beginning to end.