EDITORIAL & OPINIONS
By: Paolo Zinatelli
So I decided to do a little painting over
the weekend. You know, spruce up the apartment and whatnot.
When I tell people this, I often get asked
the same question. Why now?
Good question. I spent the past four months
of the summer living in my apartment with the lime green walls
in the bedroom. I looked at them everyday and said I was going
After all, I had the time. My summer was
spent working at The Gazette, putting up with those long four-hour
days (eight hours, if anyone in USC management reads this),
four days a week. I've never had more free time than I had this
So the plan was to get the work done before
the insanity of September hit. Instead, when did I decide to
disrupt my life for a few days and leave my apartment in a messy
state of disarray?
Once school started. When The Gazette had
resumed daily publication. When my four-hour work day went to
a 14-hour work day. When I went from working four days a week,
to working six.
Why is this, you may ask? One word: procrastination.
It's an art I perfected over my past four
years here at Western when I was a student. "Why start
that essay now," I reasoned, "when it isn't due for
another three weeks? I have plenty of time."
Who does the readings for class ahead of
time? Not me. Maybe the night before, but usually the day of.
There's no real reason for putting everything
off as much as I did. But I always managed to find an excuse.
There was always something else to do.
Last year I put off most of my school work
because of my duties here as a news editor. The year before
that, class readings weren't done because well, there was a
repeat of Seinfeld on TV. Ah, George Costanza.
That's why it took me so long to paint my
apartment. Who wants to be stuck in a room breathing in toxic
fumes when they can go to the beach? But after four months of
looking at those lime green walls, enough was enough.
I caved in and finally went to The Building
Box and bought some paint. A person can only procrastinate so
much. Next on my to do list is to cover up those freshly-painted
walls and hang some pictures.
But wait, isn't that a Simpsons repeat? The
pictures can wait.