It seems as if ev-eryday I am run-ning late to some class, some meet-ing, some appointment, or some shift at work. Time constantly makes a mockery of me as I rush to wherever I go, late, or almost late, and out of breath. People al-ways ask me, “Why are you always barely on time to everything?” Well, I’m going to admit it to everyone now: I am a chronic procrastinator. For some, it may be hard to believe, I know, but it’s true. Procrastination is a major part of my trouble with time. I constantly wait until the last minute to do things, fooling my-self into thinking that I have all the time in the world. When I get off school, I would have two essays due the next day, a take-home quiz in math and a colored map due for social studies, and I’ll put it all off un-til midnight because of the most ridiculous excuses. For example, I’ll tell myself that I’ve worked hard in school all day and I need the break. Or my favor-ite show comes on that night on tele-vision and since I rarely ever watch televi-sion, I deserve to watch it. Oh, and how about this one: I work better at night anyway so I’ll do better if I just stay up all night finishing every-thing. That last excuse wouldn’t be so bad if I actually stayed up all night rather than falling asleep about half an hour into all the home-work. One good thing about my pro-crasti-nating habits is that I’ve basi-cally had se-niori-tis since my fresh-man year. As a result, I’ve gotten used to having to work hard to maintain my grades at the last minute because of everything I neglected. Maybe I would change if I actually suf-fered some consequences for my bouts of procrastinating. I know there will be a day where I don’t do my homework for my first period and it is taken up that next day for a test grade. Maybe I will change my horrible habits then. Not very likely, but I can still feign hope. I will give myself some credit, however. It does seem as if my schedule is full to the brim of Student Council meetings, journal-ism deadlines, birthdays parties and shifts at work. Sometimes, I do just need that break for myself, whether that rest consists of sitting on a couch, listening to music or lying on my bed, staring aimlessly into space. It’s difficult, at times, to keep up with the rapid passing of my time. Neverthe-less, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I enjoy leading an active and busy life and, although senior year isn’t everything I ex-pected it to be, I’m spending all the time I can catch living it to the fullest. Maybe time isn’t making such a mockery of me after all.