Michelle Asor

Everyone thinks they’re perfect, and you’re a liar if you say you don’t think you are. No one wants to acknowledge their flaws, but the same individuals will mercilessly and with no shame, point out another’s imperfection. To be honest, I thought I was perfect—not a flaw in sight. I thought I was the shit, you couldn’t tell me otherwise. I was one of those that would point out someone else’s flaws without realizing mine. I was the definition of the proverbial idiom: “the pot calling the kettle black.” If you’ve never heard of this quote, it generally means that the person you’re speaking to is calling/referring to you as something that they too are, or the message applies to them. How could I call someone out on something that applied to me too? But then came college, and I was humbled. It was 3:39 a.m. on June 6, 2017. Two papers and an exam to prepare for. Yeah, sleep deprivation/vamping and caffeine was my best friend that entire week. Despite my assignments being assigned two weeks prior to their incoming eight-hour due time, I had waited until the night before to complete everything. To every question you pose, the answer is possibly yes. Yes, I stayed up all night studying and writing. Yes, I cried the next day after completing everything. And yes, I cried when I received my grade on all three assignments. On this day, I realized procrastination had gone from being my best friend to my arch nemesis. I had never regretted any moment more in my undergrad career until checking the taunting red dot on ELC.