i dumbly planned a trip the second day into finals week, knowing I would be assigned a take-home essay as my final for one of my classes, assuming it would be the same length as my weekly essays of 4 pages. Nope, 12 minimum. I was writing right up until I left for my flight haha. It was terrible.
Take home finals that are so far away from everything else done in the class and not telling anyone until you give/send it to them is one of the biggest dick moves. In undergrad I had this beyond easy English course that was all like short answer quizzes and the mid-term exam was like five paragraph answer questions. We watched like five movies. All the guy would say about the finale is that it wouldn't be hard, that it'd actually be more fun than challenging.
It was to match each of the like 15 things we read/watched to an event in your personal life and to write no less than two pages each explaining how the themes of the life events and the works were connected. And we had read like Dracula and some sci-fi garbage and watched Groundhog Day. And you had a week to do it.
I still think it was a secret genius plot to prevent people from dropping the course and then at the last second killing all the A's to get a better distribution.
With me the problem was always getting stated. The first few pages are just torture. I don't know what it is, but once I got over the hump I could do an amazing amount of work in a day. But getting to that point was always really difficult. I've gotten better, not least because I don't have to write any fucking papers any more, but I still procrastinate a lot.
Start always sucks, always felt like I was basically doing "I AM GOING TO WRITE ABOUT THIS SUBJECT, THERE WILL BE FIVE PARTS OF THE SUBJECT" just with fancier words.
