Personal Narrative-Gravimetric Analysis

Each Sunday night, I go to my teachers’ websites and write down assignments and due dates for the week. This past week, I discovered that I had three vocabulary tests, an Algebra II test, and a college essay along with two chapter outlines for my Economics class. On Sunday I started reviewing for my Economics vocabulary test on Friday as well as study for an English vocabulary test and a Spanish II quiz that is on Wednesday. Tuesday, I studied for vocabulary quizzes as well as completed a chapter outline for Economics. Wednesday night I continued studying for the Economics vocabulary test, completed another chapter outline for Economics, read an article for Spanish and worked on my college essay. Thursday night, I completed my college essay and quickly reviewed for my Economics vocabulary test I had been preparing for each night this week. In order to make A’s and B’s I have to continually look ahead to see what assignments are due and complete many ahead of schedule in order to participate in the rigorous training and game schedule of a varsity hockey

Over the summer break, my mom had accidentally thrown out my summer homework that I had labored for days over. Despite the fact that I was fuming with anger, I asked myself, “If I don’t redo the packet by tonight, will I be satisfied?” My answer was no. I stayed up until two in the morning redoing the packet, but it was worth it. No matter how miserable I was that night, it was exponentially better than the feeling of anxiety that would loom over my head during my last few days of summer vacation. Knowing myself, I would have constantly thought about it as the impending due date neared if it wasn’t finished yet.

My ordeal in middle school has made me assess myself as a person, and my technique of executing my duties as a student. I have learned that I have a very bad habit of procrastinating. In addition to my atrocious habits, it would be accurate to assume that I am an anxious person with ADHD, who, with self-control, can do my best work. It was

After my early 9:00 a.m. Philosophy recitation I headed towards the elevators to head back down to the first floor. I slowly drug my sleep-deprived body to the 10A bus that took me to my dormitory hall up the hill. Once I finally arrived at my room, I sat down at my desk to start on my schoolwork that would surely take hours to complete. Looking into my pages of notes, I started to question myself on why I am doing all of this repetitive, seemingly unnecessary work. My homework consisted of Calculus problems that required me to find the derivative of extremely long functions, and I realized I am not benefiting anything from completing these tedious equations. Some of the answers to the problems required a whole page to write the answer

I knew that dusk, I’ve managed to suppress my inclinations of straying from my tasks, and I appreciate the recognition that spawned from my self-discipline. I’ve further implemented my skill when I was accepted into my high school: West Career and Technical Academy. Shifting into a high school, a magnet school nonetheless, had overwhelmed me; my family and friends didn’t allay my apprehension through their description of the school setting either.

“Ugh I’ll just do this assignment tomorrow!”... Something that all high schoolers say nowadays. On a sunny Monday morning, in Mr. Ripple’s second period English class, Alex gets an assignment and does not do it until the day before it is due. It was assigned a week before the due date. He struggles with not getting enough sleep, getting caught up with other activities and when he goes home, he’s caught up with football practices/games. Alex always struggles with turning in assignments on time. However, his friend Chloe reminds him that “tomorrow never comes”. He chooses to ignore the saying until the night before and pulls an all-nighter.

One day my niece grabbed my homework and ripped it. Since this was the first time she did this while I was babysitting, this was not going to be the last. In order to combine both of my responsibilities, I finished my homework for the week the night before I watched her. At times, it became difficult to manage my life with school and babysitting responsibilities. After this incident, it taught me how to organize my responsibilities. Following the previous incident, one weekend my babysitting duties and research paper coincided. This was harder than before because not only did I have to babysit but this was also going to be the longest period of time I was left alone with her. During her naps, I had the chance to work on my paper. This was an advantage because I was familiar with her schedule, so I planned out the amount of time required to finish my research

I had lots of homework and a test the following day that I should have started in study hall. I waited to start it when I got home at 8:30. I fell behind

Pass, Set, SPIKE! I sprinted across the court, pursuing my base position with sweat rolling down my cheeks and weight upon my shoulders; the score of the fifth set was 13-12 and I played passionately, letting the game engulf me entirely. This was when I felt the most alive. But the universe is fighting me to throw my passion away in the garbage. Volleyball is the passion that I have committed myself to master for years and often, unfortunate circumstances have pushed me to stop participating in the game. Discouragement from many individuals, financial instabilities, and most of all, health problems and injuries I have faced were all obstacles that hindered my path to success. Every instance I lost control of what occurred in this unpredictable universe, it was as if everything and everyone just wanted to keep me away from a simple volleyball, but why was playing so disgraceful?

Right after getting home from school, I took a nap that lasted several hours, which prevented me from a potent start on my work. I placed a mark on both tranquility and industry later that night, as I got frustrated with insignificant problems. The next day was when I set about to concentrate on all three values. It was a progressive day, for I didn’t struggle with sincerity and I was able to start working on homework right after I got home from school. The remainder of the experience went moderately well; however, there was one day where I broke all the goals I had set for myself. It was Monday, and it went how nearly all stereotypical Mondays go: awful. I had woken up late and became annoyed at myself for waking up late and sleeping through my alarms. Then, on the way to school, my mother talked to me about upcoming projects that I needed to get started on, and when she talked to me about it I began to feel irritated from talking about such things in the morning. During the time she was talking to me, I did go against the value of sincerity. Though I am ashamed of it, I must admit that I felt displeasure at my mother and that I had uncivil thoughts regarding her. Later that day when I had gotten home, I

school day that included my language arts class ended with tons of challenging work to finish by

I’m having a very difficult time with my school work right now. It’s getting to that time of the school year where I think I can slack. I have been on honor roll the past three quarters and I feel I’m slipping down the slippery slope. I feel I’m only stressing about this because there is only a few more weeks till the year ends and there’s not enough time to get my grades up.

That same year she created a YouTube account and discovered the magic of makeup. Talia began posting beauty tutorials online, eventually gaining over 750,000 subscribers to her colorful, upbeat channel. Attracted by not just Talia’s beauty expertise but by her spunky, fiery, cheerful demeanor, subscribers of both genders and all ages eagerly checked in for her frequent tutorial uploads, as well as updates on Talia’s treatment progress.

It is funny how sometimes we are so quick to judge people. We neglect to believe that someone is different from what we see or hear, actively taking their right to the benefit of the doubt. But it is even funnier when the person you thought was rude and weird turns out to be the funniest and most thoughtful person you have ever met.

I have always been a curious person. I loved being independent and finding things out for myself. Whenever I could investigate anything I would. Even if it got me in trouble sometimes. On one fateful day however I learned to limit my curiosity.