(My) All-nighters are overrated

If there's one defining trait I am conscious of knowing I have, it's my tendency to get to the real action only when the buzzer's near to beating. College has deeply ingrained in me the inclination of having a particular sense of crisis to motivate me. I know it's not a trait to be proud of, but despite years of being such a buzzer beater, I get results and has never failed to accomplish the tasks I have set out to do. And perhaps, as a journalist-in-training, it's the deadlines that pump the blood in my veins. I am conscious of the importance of abiding by my timeframes and proper planning but it's the thought of conquering deadlines that give me the adrenaline rush to work and get the job the done.

Besides, it's probably second nature of the life in the University to forego sleep on the eve of the deadline. I also see myself working more efficiently when the rest of the world around me are already asleep, lost in their respective dreamlands. I prefer solitude more than I'd care to admit, and it's in the nighttime that I get to embrace this choice and set to work on my own pace.

Or maybe I'm just justifying my lack of desire to accomplish things earlier than I had to.

Such as this thesis.