Procrastinator! Who me?

Ok so if I had written this on Monday, when I originally planned to, I would have had a despicable confession to make... but since it is Friday I have some really proud accomplishments to speak about. Firstly I have almost completed my paper! This unfortunately the pinnacle of my progress report because I still need to include my sources appropriately throughout my paper. So my work, in a way, could be viewed as not even being close to finished because this could potentially make or break the paper because it is a research paper. And like everyone else in class, I do not want to screw this paper up. I am sure many of us were flipping out because when we were first assigned this paper we thought we could research the materials and begin drafting our papers in no time. God, how I wish life was conscientious to the fact that this paper has the weight to potentially crush our hard work throughout this semester. Aside from the fact that all my other classes have dramatically increased my workload either due to lack a of planning/ forethought on the progress of some students or some unforeseen circumstances beyond anyone's control this semester has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at me. Now to some this would seem like mindless cliche banter, but in all honesty, that shit just happened. In my Stats class my teacher was involved in a car crash that totaled her car and she was healing from her injuries for a week and a half. This was difficult to rebound back from, we are still a little behind but it is not by much so we should be fine. In my Spanish class our instructor has made lessons that should only last about twenty minutes last almost an hour and a half. Yet on difficult lessons that should take almost an hour to learn, practice, and execute properly she spends ten minutes and expects us to have it down to a science. Now I respect my instructor and I have learned much in this Spanish class than I had in classes I previously had in high school but we are so behind that over this last week and next week we will have to cover two chapters that, so far, appear to be more complicated than what we have had. But all this is neither here nor there, the work needs to be done, the material needs to be learned, I just hope my brain doesn't explode before June third.
But getting back to the topic at hand, my paper, I feel as though this semester has forced me to have a love-hate relationship with all my classes but more specifically with English. I love the material we have learned so far, yet I hate the amount of work we have had to do to learn this wonderful material. I feel as though in this English class I have learned more in one semester than all my other semesters or years in English. But this knowledge has come with a price, I do not have the energy to do anything but my coursework. Going out with friends makes me feel bad, watching television makes me feel like a waste, even spending time with my family consumes me with guilt, my conscience is stretched to the breaking point, along with the rest of my being. Did I procrastinate? Yes I did. I pushed things off until the last possible opportunity whether by conscious choice or plain necessity, it happened. And now that I am here at this moment in time, I have a job to do. So I will get back to it, like I am sure many of you will and hopefully finish it correctly so that way my guilt can be rectified, and my body can finally stop being so strung up from all this tension.