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Contributed by Emer Sugrue, Opinion Editor on Tuesday, 13 October 2009No Comment

It can be tough to stay on top of things in college… some students manage it beautifully and others, such as Emer Sugrue… don’t.

I am quite possibly the single most disorganised person on the planet. I’m always late. Instead of taking detailed notes I write things down haphazardly on whatever bits of paper I have to hand, leaving me to desperately decipher them later on. An example of my ‘reminders’ is a post-it reading “4pm”. No clues about what it refers to, just the time. I have written the word ‘homework’, but not bothered to write down what the homework was. Occasionally I’ve just written a number. Is it a phone number? Or an account number? A classroom number? I have no idea, but it was probably very important.

I have, of course, taken steps to remedy my disorganisation – I bought an organiser. It’s right there in the name. I was sure that this would be the answer, but unfortunately, to allow the organiser to help you to be organised, you must remember to write in it. Maybe I should buy a smaller organiser to remind me to write in the big one. Even enjoyable things are done last minute – I write this on the day I am supposed to submit it.

So I’m hopeless. I accept that it can be annoying, not least to myself. Far worse however are the other sort – the organised people. The gits who are always five minutes early, who finish their essays weeks before the deadline and who take reams of notes at each lecture while I draw swirls and drift in and out of consciousness. How do they do it? I would never get anything done without the threat of a looming deadline, and even then it’s a struggle. To me a deadline means staying up until 4am the night before. For the organised, it’s just a time when they have to hand in the work they’ve long since completed.

I think I secretly enjoy being disorganised. I can happily spend hours doing nothing to avoid working. Procrastination is fun. Have you seen my kitchen? It’s spotless, and the reason for this being: when you have a deadline approaching, even cleaning takes on a rebellious allure. How do the organised get their kicks? By going to parties and having sex.

Losers…

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