A Bundle Of Contradictions

It is late in the night. You’re pacing across the room, anxiously biting your nails and desperately trying to grasp information from your books that you hadn’t touched since the day they had been freshly bought.
As you scan your textbooks and highlight every single thing (yes, including the full-stop), you feel dizzy. You feel like somebody has lifted your chin up, parted your lips and is force-feeding you until you are overstuffed and ready to throw up.
Then finally, as the clock strikes three (the time which a lot of horror movies state is the perfect time for all the ghosts and all things spooky to arrive), you slam your book shut and yawn. 
You walk to your bathroom and see your reflection – you look exactly like all the ghosts that our beloved horror movies talk about. Your hair’s messed up and filled with dirt, your eyes are droopy and laced with dark-circles and your entire body is aching, as if you have been waging a really taxing war. 
Then again, final exams are wars. You h…

My life is over. OVER, I tell you, OVER. 
Which is nothing new, since I have these dramatic meltdowns on a daily basis. 
My mid-terms are approaching fast and am I prepared? 
Judging from this and this, you pretty much know how studious and academically conscious I am, right? 
But these mid-terms are frightfully important as these help the students to prepare for the board exams in March. These exams also help you in studying seventy-five per-cent of the portion, so all you have to study in the end is for the twenty five per-cent. 
Moreover, I need to turn in a report on malnutrition in my country plus a comparison between two states day-after-tomorrow. 
Thankfully, I've prepared a rough draft, I just need to jot it down soon and turn it in! 
(These are some instances when I feel immensely proud of myself) 
Lastly, I had a fight with one of my best friends. Well, not really a "fight". It's more of a... cold war. 
So, what I did want to convey from this post is this:…

As the title so blatantly suggests, I hate Math.

I don't exactly recollect the time when I enjoyed spending time with those numbers. 
Well, actually I can. I was really good at Math till the seventh grade. When I was in sixth grade, I got hundred out of hundred marks in Math. 
No, I'm not bragging or exaggerating. I can show you my freaking report card if you like. 
Anyhow. Back to the main issue. 
I started hating Math since ninth grade, I think? Partly because I had to understand almost every single thing on my own (as my teacher wasn't that great) and I became all the more discouraged when I got the most pathetic grades in the universe. 
Things became slightly better in the tenth and eleventh grade. 
But that doesn't mean that I have (again) fallen in love with Math. 
Let's weigh the pros and cons of mathematics, shall we? 
Pros:  Number One: It teaches you to solve problems.  Number Two: It makes you more logical.  Number Three: If you do get it, you score real…

Oh, Walt Disney! This quote of yours really inspires me. 
But I can't manage to get my butt off the computer chair and solve all those Accounts sums. 
I would like to tell you, the reader, that I'm a very punctual person and I love to do everything at the right time. I would love to go on about how dedicated I am towards my work and when I'm doing those Trigonometry sums or revising English/German grammar, I'm not distracted by anything at all. 
Unfortunately, I'm a huge procrastinator. 
I have my finals next week and I'm not at all prepared. 
Come on, I've got nine-ten days of spare time and I should utilize it wisely - I should forget sleep and all the pleasures of life (in my case, it's listening to music, reading and writing!). I should just focus on my academics - solve those Accounts sums, revise all my mathematical formulae, revise my German grammar and go through my Economics textbook thoroughly. 
But I'm doing none of that and I'm proc…