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Theoretical framework about time management and procrastination
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The whole day had been a nightmare. I failed 3 quizzes, had to wake up super early to pick up some girl and take her to school, and I forgot to pack a lunch. After school, I told myself that the rest of the day would be great and I just needed to calm down and breathe. As much as I tried to calm myself down, I just could stop worrying. Today at my dance studio we were having cuts for our competition dance, one that I wasn't particularly good at anyway so I would have been nervous no matter the events of the day. Since Graystone lets out early, I had about 3 hours to kill before heading to my dance school. My mom and I decided that we would eat at a new Italian restaurant in Albermarle. I was already skeptical about his because some Italian
Waving to my teammates as I walked out of the tennis courts, the reminiscence of a smile appeared on my face after winning a close match. A freshman teammate joined me and I heard her take a deep breath as soon as we were out of others’ earshot, muttering something nervously. “I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked a little too loudly, the excitement still buzzing. She mustered courage and made sure to speak clearly this time: “I’m being bullied, and I feel so trapped that I only see self-harming as my way out.”
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.
The big day was finally here! I woke up around four in the morning to get my hair and makeup done. I had stayed in Fort Worth at my aunt’s house, since the lady doing my hair lived closed to her. So already it starts to go bad. The lady called in saying she couldn’t make it because her car broke down, so of course I start freaking out. I needed my hair and makeup done a.s.a.p. so I could be on my way home to Jacksboro. My aunt started to call some people she knew and I waited impatiently starting to do my own make up. Finally, after what seemed like forever another lady
So I slept great and I feel great. Its an away game at Saint Francis so that means it 's dress up day. I dress up nice so I look sharp, and go to school. School felt like an eternity my classes felt like they went from an hour to two hours long. I could not pay attention no matter how hard I tried. Finally lunch time comes around and that
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.
The sound of my alarm buzzed while I struggled to get out of bed. I wiped my eyes and got out of bed. My mind was packed with thoughts and emotions. That day was a very special day for me. I had prepared for that day for months if not years. Just thinking about it, made me nervous. It was tryout day for the high school golf team. Even though I was on varsity since freshman year, I was still nervous because there was always the possibility that you can get booted if your performance is sub-par. After staring at the wall for a solid minute, I shook myself out of the trance I was in and continued with my routine. Minutes passed, and I was ready to go to school. I loaded my car up with my clubs and started for school. I had a hard time keeping
Today has been a busy day. I spent 7 hours at school and I still have homework to do! Let’s see, I have a research paper for English due Monday, math homework, a history project due in two days, science test tomorrow, vocabulary words to study, and I have to complete the rest of my student notes packet. Not to mention I have some chores to do and I need to take care of my dog. After I spend at least three hours on homework and housework, I have to go to volleyball practice. I’m glad this is my day off. I am already having a nervous breakdown because I have no time to waste and I can’t take a break to calm down. Since I don’t have to work tonight, I was planning on getting time to myself this evening, but with so much work to do, I don’t think I will have any free time to relax. Tonight is going to be a long night.
Once upon a time, I qualified for the Tae Kwon Do State Championships, to go to the Tae Kwon Do Junior Olympics in Orlando, Florida. It was my second year at the Jr. Olympics, and I was competing in two events. Sparring and forms. Forms has always been my favorite, partly because I was pretty good at doing them. Sparring was okay. I guess.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.
There are different ways how to transmit a message and awake emotions in the audience. Dance, it’s the powerful tool that can evoke excitement, sadness, happiness, comedy and love, all at once. At the Young Choreographer showcase, there were spectacular presentations, but the ones that captured my full attention and admiration were the following performances: Irregardless, Danza Del Fuego and Echos. They had a mixture of rhythms and a wide variety of movements. The emotional significance and technique of the dances will be analyzed in order to understand the massive importance of the origin, motivation and message the dance offered.
At last I got up and looked for an outfit and did my hair. I didn’t even eat breakfast because I was so nervous. I got into the car and all I can think about is “What are they going to think about me, are they going to bully me?” I managed to calm down and not to think about too much. I arrived at the school and my uncle gave me some good advice before going in.
So I have to make breakfast and get Wyatt to school and the girls to daycare and myself to school. I get to school and I have Wyatt's homework and Wyatt has mine so we meet up on a bus and we exchange homework. I finally get back to school and I didn't realize I had a test today and I failed it. I finally get all the kids and get to walking home. I realize Leah has pooped on herself and Emma puked so we go to the bathroom and we go in the girls room because I gotta change the girls. I get the girls changed and pretty,and ready to go. Wyatt wanted things from the store ,but I didn't think he needed more so we left. We get home the house is clean the girls are asleep and the little boy is asleep too so I go ahead and lock the doors and relax. I get to go back home and I realize my sister trashed our room, left dishes everywhere ,and clothes all over the bed. So I fold the clothes and get the dishes out of the room and put the toys up. I get to working in the dishes when my mom wakes up and she helps me. I decide that we needed to get the laundry. So I transfer them to the dryer and
I finally had to eat something light before my stomach ate itself, although I don’t know that I was fully hungry, or if I was just nervous, either way I ate a chopped up apple and yogurt with granola being very careful to not ruin my makeup. After eating a light breakfast the moment I had dreamed of as a child came, putting on my wedding dress. I had been waiting for that moment for such a long time, theres something magical about trying on your wedding dress the day of the wedding, it makes everything feel complete and whole. When I looked in the mirror looking back at me was a beautiful young woman that was full of excitement and happiness that made me get emotional, I had to force back tears for I didn’t want to look like a clown with makeup running down my face. By that time my aunts and uncles showed up to celebrate with the bride and make a toast. The pink champagne was so satisfying when it went down my throat, it felt cool and light that I could’ve easily had another glass, but I wanted to pace myself I still had a long day ahead of me. The photographers wanted to do pre ceremony pictures outdoors which was awful due
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.