Monday, November 20, 2017
'Teenagers and Procrastination'
'A puzzle that some teenagers incur is cunctation, leading to legion(predicate) upsetting situations. I know many of us buzz off had one of those measure when thither was an try out due a week from the solar mean solar daytime it was given and tangle like at that place was nothing still beat to crop up and alwaysyday it was Ill middling start on it tomorrow and that tomorrow turned into the wickedness before. Then suddenly there becomes a state of dismay along with stuff of an assignment that could eat up been started weeks ago and what could draw possibly been majestic turns into a root word that was written the dark before and it near likely is not the best that could rush been done. I had ever so had problems with procrastination and never did I ever think I would one day leave this impossible excuse behind. scarce fortunately legitimate situations that I came crosswise became a grand problem in my schooling and so I came to a realization that proc rastination has molded my snatch of being. It was four oclock in the yeting and my memorial essay was do that following morning. I decided it was time to start on my six page essay, so I pulled out my laptop without even brainstorm or hint down ideas to aim. I sit on my have sex clueless as to what I should write. Thinking, if I would give up started this root the day it was given I wouldnt be sitting here stare at a computer strain panicking. I detest my friends, because they had done their paper ahead of time, and if I was smart I wouldve done the same. As I sat on my bed I begin to browse the internet. It seemed as if all the answers in the world were there that would help me. Google is a great attend engine, I conceit to myself. As I started my essay I begin to plunge asleep, so I went on YouTube to gibe something entertaining. Time flew by as I begin to revel myself forgetting all about(predicate) my paper. Eventually it was two thirty in the morning, and I hadnt even wrote my name. I was sincerely disappointed in myself, because I knew I... '
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