This is something I've heard over and over again throughout my life, and yet each time I hear it I want to shoot myself in the foot out of stupidity.
I'll admit it; shit happens. We make mistakes. However, this doesn't mean we can't always learn from these mistakes, but some of us never do.
Sadly, I am one of these people. I have made the same careless mistakes over and over again during my short life of 18 years. In addition, the worst part is many of this mistakes are avoidable. For example, the one dreadful mistake I continue to make throughout my life as a student is leaving completed assignments on my desk.
I've left art assignments, research papers, english essays, business projects and more on my desk the day they are due. It's not like I'm a procrastinator and I don't do the work. In fact, my work is always done in advance. I just always forget that it needs to be handed in on a particular day.
What is worse is that this has been going on since elementary school. You'd think after all this time I'd devise a better system for making sure I have my work in my bag the night before but I always leave it on my desk. In fact, I seem to ALWAYS leave it on my desk. I'm all too familiar with the feeling one gets upon realizing their assignment or project is sitting on their desk at home.
This is a typical situation in which I realize my work is on my desk at home:
I walk into class, confident in myself and my assignment that I believe is in my bag. As per usual, the professor asks everyone to hand in their assignment. I gaze into my bag flabbergasted to see it's not there. Reflexively, I begin to panic, searching frantically through my bag for the absent work. However, it is not anywhere to be seen. Suddenly, my stomach feels heavy, my head overwhelmed and my heart feels as if it is about to burst through my chest.
Oh no, not again. I fucked up.
Within moments I enter into overdrive, an internal dialogue running through my mind, "Fuck me. You've really done it this time Mason. Do you have your computer? No, of course you don't you moron. Wait, is the file somewhere in your email? No. Why the hell would it be!? WAIT! Can you print it from school? Yes... Hmmmmm ok... But how am I going to get the file? .......OF COURSE! MOM!"
I run out of class and into the bathroom and call my mother:
Me: Hai mommmmmmyyyyy.....
Mom: Hi Mason. Why are you calling me? Shouldn't you be in class!?
Me: Well... I am in class.. Mom can you do me a favor please......?
Mom: Yes..
Me: Can you pretty please email me the file (insert name here) from my computer, I need to print it.
Mom: DID YOU FORGET YOUR WORK ON YOUR DESK AGAIN!?!?!
Me: No.........
Mom: Ok I'll do it.
Me: Thanks mommy!
I sprint to the library, login to a computer and check my email. There it is, what I've worked so hard for. I open the file, print it, stable it then sprint back to class to hand it in. All is well and my heart rate slows down and I can finally relax.
Once again I (and by I, I mean my mother) have saved my ass from immanent destruction. However, will it ever be over? Looking at my past history, no. Hopefully, this habit doesn't translate to my professional career. That would be bad, I won't have my mommy to bail me out.
I think I'll have to send her this card the next time she helps me out after I screw up.
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