Dear university work,
If you would kindly refrain from silently building into a mountainous army of paper, instructions and due dates that would be nice.
I don't like being fine and free one moment, then SHA-BAAM! you release your almighty force of information and complicated hard to process assessment items that has quietly been hiding away on my desk till you tower above the head of my average heighted self before proceeding with an attempt to devour me. Its just not very nice. Its draining and inspiration killing, I hardly have the will left to pick up a crayon, let alone my brush and paint.
Yours, (Because apparently not even I am good enough at procrastinating to get rid of you completely)