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Personal experiences about procrastination
Personal experiences about procrastination
Personal experiences about procrastination
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Monday, the beginning of the week, like usual I got up very early to go to school. In school I was very sleepy just like every Monday. I didn’t feel like doing anything of the work the teacher instructed us to do, just like most people in class. So there I was sitting, then I started to daydream, I daydreamed about the boy I liked and me going out on a date just watching a movie and spending the day together. It was then that I looked at the clock and realized that more than fifteen minutes had passed and the class was over. During the rest of the day during every class while the teacher would be giving lecture I would just think about something that had happened, and then I would imagine an alternate ending. I would imagine calling someone on the phone, and I played out the entire conversation in my head. Sometimes I would just look out the window and look at the trees and their green leaves moving as the breeze passed by them, the white clouds which I would find similarity with an object, at the squirrels chasing and playing around with each other, or even just the grass. Next th...
Procrastination is a problem that everyone will eventually end up doing at some point in their lives. There have been many debates over the topic where one side says that procrastination is a natural part to a human while the other argues that it is more of an acquired trait. In a 2016 TED talk given by Tim Urban, titled “Inside the Mind of a Master Procrastinator,” he claims that everyone is born as a procrastinator due to the fact that everyone tends to procrastinate at some point in their lives, thus it does not just affect those in school, in jobs or a specific group of people. My own view is that humans are to be procrastinators, naturally. In this case, what I mean by naturally is that humans are already born to procrastinate, everyone
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
Maladaptive Daydreaming is a psychological concept also described as excessive dreaming. It’s not a bad thing as long as you understand the difference between reality and fantasy.
Procrastination & nbsp; & nbsp; It is Monday morning and I have slept in, thanks to Thanksgiving. In fact, it's twelve o'clock and I am free for the afternoon. As usual, I sit in. front of the television after I clean myself up, staring endlessly at the screen with my finger clicking on the remote.
About 4 out of every 10 people avoid facing difficult task and deliberately look for distractions, and unfortunately there are distractors everywhere. When there is a significant period between when you intended do a job and the time you actually did it, you procrastinated.
For example, while I was in chemistry I became very dizzy while I was taking notes, and felt like I may pass out again. I immediately let my mind daydream to get my mind off of the fact that I was dizzy, and in a few moments the dizziness was gone.
Sleeping and Dreaming Despite the large amount of time we spend asleep, surprisingly little is actually known about sleeping and dreaming. Much has been imagined, however. Over history, sleep has been conceived as the space of the soul, as a state of absence akin to death, as a virtual or alternate reality, and more recently, as a form of (sub)consciousness in which memories are built and erased. The significance attributed to dreams has varied widely as well.
Have you ever thought about why we daydream? I myself have had series of thoughts wondering why I daydream. Daydreaming are a steam of thoughts and Images that occupy most of a person’s waking hours. The stream of consciousness personally reflects on the world and visualizes the future. Some say that daydreaming can be bad and get in the way. They think that daydreaming is just nothing but a “cloud of thoughts” in other words a waste of time. But daydreams are more or less realistic and unintentional thoughts of the daydreamer’s life. Daydreaming is a way to escape reality, and maybe can help plan for the future.
The bell of Highland High school rang and all the doors swung open. Students were rushing out of the school’s entrance. I hurried my way out of the school and decided to go to a store close by. It was a ten-minute walk. On this particular day I was craving some powdered donuts. While I was in my class I would think about how soft and delicious they would taste after a long day of learning things I didn’t find interesting. As I was walking to the store I thought about how boring my first year of High school is. I was distressed by the fact that I had to endure three more years of a place I considered a prison. When I finally got the store I rushed to the donut section and grabbed two bags of powdered donuts. I paid for my donuts and walked to my house, which was another five-minute walk. I hated taking this route because there is a warehouse across from my home. So many semis pass by my house and they would make extremely lurid noises. It was as if I was living at a construction site. When I arrived to my house I swiftly went into my room hoping nobody would see the bag of powdered donuts. I opened
Beep!! Beep!! Beep!! I stared at my alarm clock. It read 2:00. I got out of bed and turned it off. On a normal day, I would have woken up at six and would be complaining, But today was different. I was going to an amusement park with a couple of friends for an extra curricular activity. I put on my clothes. Then I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and my hair. I grabbed my suitcase and heaved it down the steps. I grabbed my book bag and filled it with stuff like my tablet and charger, some books, and my $200 dollars that my dad gave me. I was telling everyone salutations when I heard a honk outside my house. My Friend's mom was outside on the street. I got into the car and fell asleep.
It was the perfect day, and there was nowhere else I would rather be. It was one of those days that you wish would never end. A time when you had absolutely no worries in the world. I could have stayed at the beach forever. So far I had spent the whole morning laying in the warm sunshine. The only sounds where of the waves crashing towards the shore. All of my friends sat there quietly beside me. The girls were sitting there reading their books or laying in the sun, and the guys had just sat down to rest from kayaking. I was relaxed so much to the point that I could fall asleep.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a
I got up early that morning due to an improper sleep during the previous night. It was due to the anxiety to start fresh with my new life. I was determined to be the best in whatever it is that I do, so that I would have something to be proud of in the pages of my life. Due to the fear of reaching late during my first day, I reached one hour earlier than necessary and decided to spend some time at KTC (Kelapa gading Trade Center) which is located right beside the University. I was hoping that time would move a lot faster because I wanted to find out about what was going to happen next. But it is a common fact that if we are anxiously waiting for something, time would seem to crawl a lot slower. When it was finally the time to head back to the campus, I hoped for everything to go on smoothly, just as how I expected it. I braced myself and went to meet Sofia, who was responsible for the new students, to inquire about my classroom. After being instructed on which room to go to, I started walking towards the class, the mixture of excitement and nervousness start to fill within me. I started to feel like standard 1 all over again where I was a little kid who didn’,t know where to go. I didn’,t know anyone in the class except for Diksha who is my childhood friend.