Written Relief
The fog was finally clearing. Well, it was not real fog. This fog was not found in a valley during the earliest hours of the day, nor was it hovering over a hidden creek, home to creatures unseen. It was not the visible mass made from cloud water droplets; it was made, instead, of my fears. My fears were of the present as well as the future. They were, figuratively, filling my head so full that any clear thought was hidden from me. At this moment, I realized the importance of having a “written relief.” When it comes to academics, I have always, and quite possibly will continue to be, a worry wart; especially when the word “presentation” enters my ear. In the eighth grade, I began to attend my first “big kid” class for school. …show more content…
One day in my junior year of high school, I was struggling to write an essay for my online dual enrollment history class. Sitting on my bed while looking at my vanity mirror, I was talking myself into not giving up. Literally, I was verbally saying “Mishaela, keep it together. You can finish this paragraph.” Slowly, however, my mind began to wander farther. Suddenly, I had so much to do, and no time to complete anything. I needed to finish this essay, study for an important history quiz, prepare a speech for Shakespeare class, and finish Advanced Math homework. While I was going through this to-do list for the week, it turned into my to-do list for the semester- visit a college, decide on a major, where I would live, how I would schedule in my work, etc. Looking around my bedroom, with clothes on the floor, old notes written on my mirror, enough dust on the ceiling fan to make a giant-sized cotton candy, “who-knows-what that is in the corner next to the garbage can”, and a piece of chicken from Zaxby’s that might possibly have the cure for cancer growing on it, I realized that “clean your room” should definitely be added to the list. Growing and growing, the list seemed to never end. I knew I was over-stressing myself, but I could not think of a way to ignore all of the things on this list. I had heard a song about just taking a breath in times like these, but I could not remember it. A migraine was beginning to throb in my head
The fog was finally clearing. Well, it was not real fog. This fog was not found in a valley during the earliest hours of the day, nor was it hovering over a hidden creek, home to creatures unseen. It was not the visible mass made from cloud water droplets; it was made, instead, of my fears. My fears were of the present as well as the future. They were, figuratively, filling my head so full that any clear thought was hidden from me. At this moment, I realized the importance of having a “written relief.” When it comes to academics, I have always, and quite possibly will continue to be, a worry wart; especially when the word “presentation” enters my ear. In the eighth grade, I began to attend my first “big kid” class for school. …show more content…
One day in my junior year of high school, I was struggling to write an essay for my online dual enrollment history class. Sitting on my bed while looking at my vanity mirror, I was talking myself into not giving up. Literally, I was verbally saying “Mishaela, keep it together. You can finish this paragraph.” Slowly, however, my mind began to wander farther. Suddenly, I had so much to do, and no time to complete anything. I needed to finish this essay, study for an important history quiz, prepare a speech for Shakespeare class, and finish Advanced Math homework. While I was going through this to-do list for the week, it turned into my to-do list for the semester- visit a college, decide on a major, where I would live, how I would schedule in my work, etc. Looking around my bedroom, with clothes on the floor, old notes written on my mirror, enough dust on the ceiling fan to make a giant-sized cotton candy, “who-knows-what that is in the corner next to the garbage can”, and a piece of chicken from Zaxby’s that might possibly have the cure for cancer growing on it, I realized that “clean your room” should definitely be added to the list. Growing and growing, the list seemed to never end. I knew I was over-stressing myself, but I could not think of a way to ignore all of the things on this list. I had heard a song about just taking a breath in times like these, but I could not remember it. A migraine was beginning to throb in my head