On being the student who always waited until the last minute to study

Transcribing my daily journals, which I began keeping six years ago, has been startling at times. First, my memory is as poor as I suspected (if not worse!). Second, I see myself more clearly now. Especially at work. A recent entry notes a comment from my boss about a close deadline: Busy day, especially at … Continue reading On being the student who always waited until the last minute to study →

On the coolness of deadlines

I am always on a deadline. Deadlines are part of my job—there's always a proposal package or awards submission or groundbreaking ceremony or something that imposes a time constraint. Some people can't work like this, and I get that. We talk about the "daily grind"—the abrasive connotation that work actually wears away at us, like … Continue reading On the coolness of deadlines →