Will Power? Effort?

Why is it that I have such great will power when it comes to sitting on my bed and watching movies for hours on end? But when it comes to writing an essay there is nothing there. No will. It seems like I have less and less will power each day. Though today I realized, even though I'm not paying for these courses I am taking, unlike university, I still chose to be in them. Even though I am forced to go to that building 5 days a week, I am not forced to be sitting in the particular classrooms I am in. I chose them, I enjoy most of them. I strangely enjoy all of them to some extent. All I really need to graduate is one english credit and one consumer math credit. So many other classes that are more difficult, more involved and that take so much effort. Why? I ask myself everyday. Maybe one day my effort will make a difference, if not for someone else, at least my later life will be easier and more enjoyable

Something Strange

Throughout my high school career there have been three main books we have read in English class. They are To Kill a Mocking Bird, in grade ten, The Lord of the Flies, in grade eleven, and The Catcher in the Rye, this year. Now I will take this time to explain that I thoroughly enjoy reading, I would even go as far to say I love it. I like to read in my spare time, I like reading books that I love over and over again. Some days all I do is read, just sit and read, start the book, finish the book, one sitting. Just me and the book. So after all of that I will go on to tell you that out of these three books I haven't taken the time to finish one of them. And it’s not even because I don't like them. I do like them. I actually have absolutely no reason not to finish them. I like them, their not even very long. Plus the fact that with each novel we have had tests, done projects, discussions and essays on them. And I still didn't take the time to read one of them. I have always started them, and I read about half, but never have enough time to finish it before the test (ironically they are usually tests just to see if you have read the book). I always either get someone to tell me what happens at the end or just wing it. And the stupid thing is I always do fine on the test and all the following assignments.
This year we read The Catcher in the Rye. I was on page 102 when we had the test (I think there were 198 pages) and I got 19/20 on it. We have had many discussions and are currently working on a monologue we have to present in front of the class and an essay due the week after. And today as I was talking to my teacher I told her all of this and she didn't get mad at me, she didn't even tell me off, all she said was I think you'd enjoy it (The Catcher) if you read it. That was it. So I think I'm going to finish it this weekend. Only 3 weeks after the test, but I will finish it. And possibly some day I will pick up the other two and finish them too...