Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Jason Gracia can't help me out this time
Can someone share with me the secrets of motivation? I get stressed in school, staring at my diary and seeing all the unfinished homework (neatly) written down. In my mind I make ambitious plans. Pipe dreams of filing and archiving and organising and highlighting and grand promises to myself to make good use of tramming home time by reading King Lear or reading through history notes or listening to history lesson podcasts.
If I do read Lear I usually end up reading no more than 2 pages at the very most. If I do read my history notes I stay on the same page. If I do listen to the podcasts, more often than not, I end up stopping it halfway and start listening to music. Ah, sweet, non-rambling, non-monotonous, non-headache-inducing music!
When I get home I eat (first of all), surf the net, watch TV, then do the minimum work requirement before toddling off to bed.
Maybe what I need to is to implant a device in my brain that sends a miniscule volt of electricity everytime the lazy/indulgent/unmotivated parts of my brain are being stimulated. That'll show me! How dare I have the temerity to play around at this time of the year when it's barely 12 weeks to the exams and I still am not entirely confident of which texts to write on for English, let alone start memorising quotes for them!
Perhaps what I can do is to associate laziness and indulgence with a very, very, very, very unpleasant image. It shouldn't be too hard to find one - today we were watching a video of a Lear production in lit class, and the whole class was treated to a lovely scene where Lawrence Oliver (Lear) was bending over in the river washing his tattery old clothes and lovingly arranging flowers in his hair - with his man-boobs hanging out. The image has seared painfully into my brain and as I'm not into those sorts of things, this image shall not be my carrot but my stick.
If I do read Lear I usually end up reading no more than 2 pages at the very most. If I do read my history notes I stay on the same page. If I do listen to the podcasts, more often than not, I end up stopping it halfway and start listening to music. Ah, sweet, non-rambling, non-monotonous, non-headache-inducing music!
When I get home I eat (first of all), surf the net, watch TV, then do the minimum work requirement before toddling off to bed.
Maybe what I need to is to implant a device in my brain that sends a miniscule volt of electricity everytime the lazy/indulgent/unmotivated parts of my brain are being stimulated. That'll show me! How dare I have the temerity to play around at this time of the year when it's barely 12 weeks to the exams and I still am not entirely confident of which texts to write on for English, let alone start memorising quotes for them!
Perhaps what I can do is to associate laziness and indulgence with a very, very, very, very unpleasant image. It shouldn't be too hard to find one - today we were watching a video of a Lear production in lit class, and the whole class was treated to a lovely scene where Lawrence Oliver (Lear) was bending over in the river washing his tattery old clothes and lovingly arranging flowers in his hair - with his man-boobs hanging out. The image has seared painfully into my brain and as I'm not into those sorts of things, this image shall not be my carrot but my stick.
# posted by me lah @ 5:45 pm 
