Personal Narrative Analysis

Procrastination and putting things off can have many consequences in your life. I know this because I am always waiting until the last minute to do anything whether it is getting ready for work or getting my homework done. Although you can still get your work done on time, procrastinating can drastically impact a student’s life by leading to decreased grades, an increase in stress, and a lack of responsibility ultimately reducing the student’s chances for success.

I like to think there are four levels of procrastination. The first is false security, the “I still have plenty of time, I can finish this later.” The second is laziness, the thoughts like,“I should probably get this started. Nah.” Next comes denial and excuses such as, “I would start this, but I’m doing something else right now.” and, “I’m just taking a little break.” Then finally the crisis stage, the stage during which you stay up all night long in order to finish the homework assignment you had all day to do. Because of this, the hardest part of my daily routine was the time when I knew I needed to start my homework, but I truly wanted to keep watching shows on Netflix. This wouldn't be as difficult if it weren't

My dad, Cooper Mueggenberg, always felt that he had procrastinated too much while he was young. A quote he lived by was, “procrastination is the grave in which opportunity is buried”. One day in Math class he had a conversation with his teacher, Mr.Fisher, he realized that in order to fulfill his dream of being an elementary teacher he would have to change his ways.

Transition: It is in our human nature to procrastinate, some of us do it more than others but learning about this problem and understanding how it can effect you can be beneficial to everyone

Challenging an idea takes a lot of courage. However, if a person fails to challenge an idea that he or she does not believe in, then that person is a quitter. On the other hand, if a person stands up to what he or she believes in, he or she is a fighter who is not afraid to express his or her own opinion. In the past year, I entered a science fair in my school. In my project, I used a common smartphone to analyze the color spectrum of certain dyes. I displayed great interest towards this topic and I promised myself that I would complete the project with the best of my ability. With that promise as a motivation I completed my project and was ready to amaze both the judges and the audience. Little did I know that the path I treaded on was not a straight one.

Everyone will experience a death in their life at least once whether it’s a family member or friend, they will react to it differently and has to grieve in their own way. Death isn't something that someone looks forward too, so watching someone go from healthy, to where they can barely walk or talk on their own isn’t easy. But getting a lesson out of someones death takes away some of the pain, and helps you move on.

Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.

I was in seventh grade and it was finally summer. This summer I was going to travel around Europe with my family. I was super exited as this was going to be the best trip ever. Then before we left for Europe I was in the pool and I got out. My mom noticed that one of my hips was higher than the other. The next day she brought be to a doctor and they said I had scoliosis. I had no idea what that was. Once they told me that it means that my spine is curved I didn’t really care.

My journey to being fully natural has been a long, depressing, expensive and self-loving one. I’ve always had long, thick, glossy, off black hair that touched my shoulder blades until I let my cousin Erin and auntie Jeanette convince me to go natural in 2015.

It's been a week since my summer of 2015, time has come and gone by slow, seems to be hour by hour and minute to minute, I've started scarlet's letter and a novel about naval warfare by Author James H. Cobb. I started a diet to thin up for Hawaii and intensified my daily exercise routine, more lifting and strength building. On Tuesday I managed to get my desktop back from my little sister, for her birthday she got a laptop as a gift, so I saw an opportunity to use another person's gain to aid in a gain of my own. The five or so old desktop that was originally mine is now back on my desk, However my sister being so young has utterly mutilated the computer, The job of restoring the computer hasn't started due to my personal procrastination.

As I sit on the pier, golden rays from behind begin to illuminate the lake. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my back as it takes its place in the sky. A refreshing breeze starts to flow through the air, and as if on cue, waves form in the previously calm water. It's as if the sun and wind are communicating with the water. "Wake up." They say, informing it that a new day has begun. I am calmed listening to the flow of the water. Waves crash to shore. This temporarily chases the seagulls away. As I watch a repeating game of cat and mouse between the waves and seagulls, I see the routineness in this morning. Even nature has everyday tasks to carry out, just as in our own world. I've come to the conclusion that tasks don't seem so

I received my high school diploma in June of 2009 and told myself that I would take a year off school. That year turned into seven before I made the choice to attend Southeast Tech. I have wanted to work with children for many years, and decided a few years ago to pursue a career with younger children. I enrolled in the Early Childhood program in Spring 2016. Ever since I can remember I have had issues with nervousness and allowing that to hold me back. There have been numerous times in my life that I have allowed anxiety to keep me from bettering my life. Maybe, it better to refer to it as an excuse because that’s what it usually feels like. I still feel anxious relatively often but I have realized that if I give things time I become more and more comfortable. I think that I have learned to yell over the inner voices that tell me I can’t do something.

I vividly remember trying to sleep when the air was heavy and musty, so much so that I was felt like there was a natural order preventing me from breathing enough air to sustain my body for another seven hours. I laid in bed, quietly terrified – wondering if this is the life that I am destined to follow, living in unfinished basements where it floods when it rains too much and bugs crawl along the walls and dressers. It would not be the worst fate but it would not be preferable by any means. Finally, willing myself to step out of bed (again), I grab my half-finished green tea and watch a documentary in the “upstairs” portion (separated by three steps) to forget my worries until the next night. Close to drinking the honey and tea mixture, I see an abnormal shape at the bottom of my mug – a house centipede that was enticed by the sweet honey but unfortunately was unable to escape its viscous grasp and drowned in my lukewarm tea. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry; all I was capable of thinking

As an incoming college student, learning new ways of writing not just the five paragraphs/five sentence structure, would make my college experience much easier. Despite everything any student has learned in high school about writing, you can still come slightly prepared with your strengths and can work on your weaknesses.

Growing up in the small town of New Castle, Colorado, my family and I remained very close. We spent the majority of our time together, working and playing around the small ranch my parents owned. My sister and I were just 3 years apart, and my brother joined our family much later. Being 9 and 12 years younger than his sisters, he began his journey much differently than ours. He was spoiled rotten by his sisters while he was young, and when we graduated and moved into college, he was granted the ‘only child’ role. Though this began in a very exciting manner, it became somewhat lonely. My sister and I came back on every break, but it didn’t compare to our childhood days of spending every evening and every weekend sharing the household chores