Concentration

As many people my age still taking part in full time education, I am plagued with the necessity of my concentration lasting for more than twenty seconds. Unfortunately, it is exactly 10.47 am and mine is already waning. I know I have less than a week until the blasted essay is due for submission, but holding my attention to the less than full word document is becoming nigh impossible.

Why is it that every other menial task seems far more important when it acts as a life raft from something that you don't want to have to do, but know you have to?
For example: I did not have to read an article this morning on transgender children. I convinced myself it would be very educational to learn about something that I may come across at a later date in life. My excuse was that I was preparing myself.*

It is endlessly frustrating. Especially since now all I can concentrate on is the fact that I can't concentrate. Perhaps through my concentration on concentration I can morph some words about Chaucer and his Canterbury Tales that will not only make sense, but blow the literary educated minds due to my fresh take on something written around a millennium ago.

Come on Geoffrey, help a fellow literature enthusiast out.

*If you do by chance have the article on transgender children from last weeks Times Magazine, I do recommend giving it a read as I did in fact find it very thought provoking.