Lost In Translation

This is my coffee table in my living room. As you can see, it's got my notebook wide open, a couple notes shuffled across the table, and a few bare essentials to keep me going like H20 and a nice pillow. All signs showing that I'm already in my exam preparation days, burning the midnight oil because I've been slacking off all semester long.

Wrong.
But still, quite close.

I'm actually in the middle of writing up an essay for my Organizational Behaviour assignment that's due in 2 days' time. Why now, at this hour of the night you ask? Well not because I've been slacking off, fortunately (half truth). But rather I've been bombarded with heaps of other work from other subjects in uni as well. This week alone, I've had to cover over 90+ pages of reading, which after doing most of them, I found out that only about 30 were relevent. And as of right now, I'm struggling hard to summarize over 20 pages of a social experiment into 400 words.

And I've barely started my 4th week in uni.

Well, I guess I can't and shouldn't really complain, now can I? Considering the fact that I am living with a 4th year double-degree student who's got a project lsating the semester long. And there are also others like Winnie, whom I bet works 10 times the load of what I do and only breaks a sweat after a singular workload which to me would be worth a whole semester's.

Still, who am I to compare with them anyway, eh? Who asked them to do Science or anything related to that in the first place?
I'll just grab my right to a sympathy while I can.
And while I'm at it, maybe some time to procrastinate as well.

Like now.