And with a late start, I end up choosing the wrong clothes to wear in the right weather, then I end up missing the most important meal of the day, and lastly I just get frustrated and lose motivation to do anything the whole day.
I headed out first,swimming my way back onto land,I screamed as I felt myself get scooped out of the sea by some men and women,scared that the man in the blue car had returned. But these men and women were dressed in hazmat suits but without their helmets on. They looked over me as if they were scientists,asking me and each other several questions. I couldn't muster out any words, I was terrified, I wanted Craig to help me but I was terrified of what they would do to him. This part of the dream is very spacey and is chopped up. I hardly remember most of it. From what I can remember after they’ve finished me out of the water. They place me in this building, this building filled with children. They all looked genetically modified or something,
College is a very busy time, balancing a job, friends, homework, and even finding times to eat is a struggle. If I use my time well during the day I feel as if the day wasn’t a huge waste and I don’t feel so bad about wasting a whole day. One of the ways I can feel like I “run the day” is by waking up early and getting a head start on the day, sleeping in immediately makes me feel like I lost most of my day already. Even if I wake up early and
At the start of every morning most people begin to plan their day accordingly based off the amount of work they have to do. To narrow it down it is a to-do list of the most imperative chores, swarmed with work and responsibilities. Students tend to have hectic days teemed with the responsibilities they have to do, especially if they are involved in after-school clubs or athletic teams. A typical day is when they wake up promptly to catch their bus or ride to arrive at school at an earlier time; 7:30. Go through their school day getting all their assignments they have to get done for the next day, yet for some still make time accordingly for their after-school priorities. After successfully finishing all the responsibilities, a student needs to prioritize their time for homework and studying. Time goes by profusely within the blink of an eye. As a college student my perspective stands extremely steady, continue arriving to school at the early hour, 7:30 am, so that a student can learn responsibility, time management and stay proactive.
On some days, the alarm that I used to have beside my clock are the chirping birds outside. They seem to have taken pleasure of my endless complaining of wanting to go back to bed and not having to get up and do my morning routine. I dreaded waking up in the early morning for school. Where the sun has yet risen and the sky is still dark. I was leaning my head against the car window where my eyes was half lidded as they were fighting to stay awake. I keep having these in my head that repeated itself over and over again since yesterday. They always seem to have the desire to voice out the words, but I kept my mouth shut and reluctantly listened to my dad’s endless questions about whether I’m excited for school or not however I took note that
S: Today the client was on lunch duty which means she was helping the kitchen staff in serving food to other students. After this, the client was able to help and engage in developing a treatment plan. It was first discussed what P.C would like to work on over all. She stated that her goal should be improving her friendship with her classmates and improving her feelings. Her goal was set to improve social and emotional functioning. It was decided that the objectives would include improving her self-esteem and engaging with her peers more. It was then discussed the action steps that will be taken place for each of these objectives. It was agree upon that P.C would write in a journal about her feelings and focus on positive feelings. She explained
All I could think about was how bad my legs hurt. I had scratches from branches that tore away at my skin on my arms and legs, a terrible headache and my clothes had so many rips and tears that I couldn’t remember how I got. I couldn’t remember anything, not my name, what had happened or anything. I just didn’t know. All I knew is that I had been stumbling through the woods for quite some time. Well until I came to a road with tons of cars coming from every direction. I stepped one foot at a time onto the noisy road filled with commotion and so abruptly it all went black. I woke to nearly blinding lights shining above me and looked around to see the room of a hospital. As I tried to sit up I experienced a piercing pain that lasted until I finally
It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.
It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.
It’s almost like a fuzzy dream, it’s a clear blue afternoon and I’m riding in the back of an old pick up, through the golden hills of my hometown and looking up at my aunt who smiles down at me. Although, I don’t remember most of my childhood, this is a memory that makes it through the haze just enough to recall, that afternoon with one of my favorite people in the world, my Aunt Lisa.
Eerie, abnormal and sinister were the three moods emitting out of this town, Today there was an overcast of opaque, inky, black clouds surrounding the dark, dreary sky.On my way walking school.From around the corner, I hear a thumping sound resembling hail, I run rapidly down the sidewalk trying to avoid a storm.Promptly clattering to the ground like marbles spilled from a box.With great force, a large hailstone causes me to fall to the ground.Cross because I notice my backpack has been open this whole time and all my assignments due today are lying simply and idly on the floor.
I’m done. I can’t do this back and forth thing anymore. You cheat, I forgive. It’s a never ending cycle. It’s gotten to the point where you bring me more sadness and anger than happiness and joy. All my friends say that you’re toxic and that there was no way to change you but I took that as a challenge. I’m now realizing that they’re right. There’s nothing I can do to change you. I’m sorry I had to do this over text, but I know if I tried to do it in person I’d back out, like I always do. I always fall for those perfect blue eyes of yours and that perfect little smirk. I’m sorry for wasting your time, but I can’t do this anymore. I deserve someone who genuinely loves me and cares for me and at this point I’ve realized that you aren’t that person.
It happens to everyone, people are at work (or school) and have a project due on Monday, but they see the clock ticking closer and closer to 5pm, and have that urge to slip out a few mins early so they can get ahead of schedule on ordering the wings and pizza and getting good movie tickets. The consequence of doing this is the person having to choose whether to finish the project on Saturday, Sunday, or if the person really wants to push it, Monday morning. So what option are you going to take?