They say “why put off till tomorrow what can be done today.” I have heard it a million times, and never listened. It’s a waste of an expression. Let’s make a new one to replace it, like: “Be happy.” Or “Life is what you make out of it.” Or my favorite, “Don’t do today what you can do tomorrow.” Yeah, that is an expression that really fits me. Due tomorrow? Do tomorrow. That’s my philosophy, or at least it was. Until that paper, that dreadful essay about the Fourteenth Amendment. Due Monday, June fifth. Assigned Monday, May 30th. The official title of the assignment was “Fourteenth Amendment Reflection Essay;” however, I prefered the name “Three Pages of Hell.” “Use your time wisely,” the teacher stated as he glared at the class, “you’re going
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Did you see how much outside information we need?” He obviously wasn’t aware of the tetris game on my screen. All I knew was I was writing three pages of something about the Constitution.
The next Sunday was when I started working. The computer screen stared back into my soul as I began to read directions about the assignment. It seemed like a decent amount of research was needed, so I opened a new tab to see my best friend, Google. Each click of the mouse seemed to make a different noise, some loud, some soft, some high pitched, some a hollow noise. I scrolled through each unappealing page, and it felt like I was staring into the sun. I could not stand to look at this paper for another minute, but I still had a long way to go.
After two hours and fifteen minutes of torture, also known as research, I was finally ready to begin writing this paper. My fingers began to clack against the cool, old keyboard. Word by word, I began to piece together an introduction paragraph. Words popped onto the screen like lightning. Then, I had to write my thesis. Thesis, the single toughest part of an essay, or so I thought. The foundation of the massive amount of work I needed to complete. So simple to explain, but it’s so complex to think
Did you see how much outside information we need?” He obviously wasn’t aware of the tetris game on my screen. All I knew was I was writing three pages of something about the Constitution.
The next Sunday was when I started working. The computer screen stared back into my soul as I began to read directions about the assignment. It seemed like a decent amount of research was needed, so I opened a new tab to see my best friend, Google. Each click of the mouse seemed to make a different noise, some loud, some soft, some high pitched, some a hollow noise. I scrolled through each unappealing page, and it felt like I was staring into the sun. I could not stand to look at this paper for another minute, but I still had a long way to go.
After two hours and fifteen minutes of torture, also known as research, I was finally ready to begin writing this paper. My fingers began to clack against the cool, old keyboard. Word by word, I began to piece together an introduction paragraph. Words popped onto the screen like lightning. Then, I had to write my thesis. Thesis, the single toughest part of an essay, or so I thought. The foundation of the massive amount of work I needed to complete. So simple to explain, but it’s so complex to think