Personal Narrative: Valuing Time

I worked on assignments a little bit at time, and attempted to start them as soon as the module was unblocked.

I glanced at my phone once again to make sure the clock on the wall in front of me was correct. 6:15. My mind wanders back to my conversation with Allison last night.

So, imagine a stocky six foot black man who had a shiny bold head. Alright, now make that same man a veteran and a drill sergeant. Now give that man a raspy voice and an almost permanently

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Have you ever wondered how productive you were during the day? Well, I did. I wanted to know if I managed my whole day to be as productive as I should be. So, to if I was, I used the Time Management worksheet form wellcast.com to keep track and analyze for each hour for one day. As each hour passed for that day, I would record the things I have done in that time frame and slowly started to see the time wasters in my day that I was not being productive. When the day ended, I found out that I had five time wasters which I was surprised that they totaled in three hours of time spent on doing literally nothing. After seeing this, I decided to strategizes how to minimize the time wasters by doing actual productive college work and focus on techniques to make sure I do not miss upcoming events for my classes.

Reading over your discussion post I have to say I agree with you 100%. Especially when you stated “just because they saw “black” people does not necessarily mean they were from Africa”. My reasoning for agreeing with this statement is because people come in many different shades of colors what made him so sure that they were African? Like I mention in my initial post I believe that his whole theory was based off of assumption. I think if he would’ve had more concrete information it would be more than just a theory.

It is a overcast day. I am walking to Ms. C. Johnson's class. As I look down the hallway I notice something different. Ms. Johnson is not here! As I walk around the trash can to enter the classroom, The Substitute Teacher says “Hello” to me. I come in, Grab my folder and try to complete my Do-Now. As I am finishing the Do-Now, I notice on the board, written in bold it says “Mrs. Smith”.

I realize that I lost a lot of time with them but I’m committed to making up for it by spending every chance I get with them. They love me unconditionally and I just wish I had learned to appreciate it sooner. Please appreciate the people who love you because one day they might not be there for you to thank them. The classic quote is “You don't know what you have until it’s gone” and I really think people don’t take it as seriously as they should. So please take every moment for its immense value and never ever take anything for

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I had always been fascinated by art, but it was a distant fascination that lent itself more towards observation than actual creation. The winter before I turned fourteen, my eighth grade art class held a contest to create a design for the school district’s Christmas card. Having been sick for three days, I did not hear of the contest until the day it ended. Finding a forgotten sketch I had done of a Christmas bell, I decided that no harm could come from entering it. To my complete and utter stupefaction, I won. The indescribable feeling of pride, accomplishment, and joy that I felt made me realize how much I loved art, and that I might possibly be good at it. Dedicating myself to my newfound passion, I convinced my parents to enroll

One of the main changes that I made in life most recently was to go back to school for my B.A program. It was a very difficult change to make because I have family to support. I have tried to make that change for some year back, but at every trial, I tend to quit, until I decided to see it out. In the process of implementing the change, I struggled with many issues, i.e. time management, priority setting, etc.

It has been a while since my family actually came together and did something as a whole. It wasn’t always like this, in the pass we use to come together every weekend and did simple things such as go to the park and just hand out with each other, having fun. For everyone in the family is very important to stay in touch with each other even though we don’t see each other as much as we wish we could. Some of the things that prevent us from having the get together as before is the fact that my parents have eight kids witch some have their own families and not all live in the same area making it hard to come together. The duration of the problem is increasing over time, affecting even the small children’s in the family and

Learning that everyone’s time is precious and we should live every moment alongside the people we love the most, because we’ll never be too sure when they’re going to leave us. Till this day it still doesn’t feel real, I keep telling myself that one day she’ll be back and everything will be ok. She was the heart and soul of our family where we all would gather at Thanksgiving time or just on a regular day. Her home was always full of joy and excitement but now it’s full of loneliness and darkness. She is gone now, to a new home, a home called

It was the summer of 2014 when I toed the line at my first trail half marathon. I wanted to run this race so that I could try something new, something different from the 5 kilometer race that I ran twice a week during the cross country season. After the season I realized that, although I loved cross country and the team atmosphere, I also loved racing through trails and running longer distances. That’s why every weekend during my training, my dad and I would be outside along the Appalachian Trail.

Valentine did make it to work on time, and was busy shelving records when her boss walked in.