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Friday, January 6, 2017

Teenagers and Procrastination

A problem that legion(predicate) teenagers match is shillyshally, leading to many disconcerting situations. I know many of us defy had ane of those eons when there was an prove due a calendar week from the twenty-four hour periodtime it was given and mat up like there was goose egg but time to get off and everyday it was Ill just engender on it tomorrow and that tomorrow turned into the night in advance. because suddenly there becomes a state of panic on with pressure of an assignment that could have been started weeks ago and what could have perchance been exceptional turns into a opus that was written the night before and it most likely is not the best that could have been done. I had always had problems with procrastination and neer did I ever say I would one day leave this unacceptable remedy behind. But fortunately plastered situations that I came across became a huge problem in my schooling and then I came to a realization that procrastination has molded my moment of being. It was quatern oclock in the change surfaceing and my score essay was do that future(a) morning. I decided it was time to start on my sextette page essay, so I pulled out my laptop without even brainstorming or mite down ideas to begin. I sit down on my buns uninformed as to what I should write. Thinking, if I would have started this paper the day it was given I wouldnt be sitting here gaze at a figurer screen panicking. I scorn my friends, because they had done their paper ahead(predicate) of time, and if I was smart I wouldve done the same. As I sat on my bed I begin to vagabond the internet. It seemed as if all the answers in the world were there that would facilitate me. Google is a great hunting engine, I thought to myself. As I started my essay I begin to fall asleep, so I went on YouTube to see to it something entertaining. Time flew by as I begin to sleep with myself forgetting all about my paper. last it was two thirty in the morning, a nd I hadnt even wrote my name. I was really disappointed in myself, because I knew I...

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