11.03 Monologue
Memoir: Freestyle
My heart sank immediately after checking the time on my phone. “11:03.” I stared at the numbers until finally the bright light from my phone began to irritate my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I was in utter disbelief. For some reason I had it in my head that all was going well. That should have been the first clue.
I received a text from my classmate and good friend Jeffrey the night before our writing assignment was due. The assignment was simple. Write a memoir. The only expectations were to have an event and an experience. I had long finished my memoir on change and was somewhat satisfied with the quality of my work. It wasn’t hard to do it all. In fact I quite enjoyed writing about the time I moved. I read the …show more content…
In the midst of the sudden movement I managed to lose my phone somewhere in my bed wrapped in sheets. I began to feel around in the dark until finally the tips of my fingers met with the plastic case of my Iphone5s. I turned it on.
My heart sank immediately after checking the time on my phone. “11:03.” I stared at the numbers until finally the bright light from my phone began to irritate my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I was in utter disbelief. For some reason I had it in my head that only one journal was due the following day. I calculated 1 hour per memoir and immediately set to work hoping to finish before 3am. I had 4 memoirs left to write for the following day and annoyed with myself I began to spill words onto Microsoft word compromising the quality of my work to simply get it done.
Never had I felt so abashed by my procrastination. Maybe it was because this time was different. This time I didn’t even know I was procrastinating. Humans are creatures of habit however, and that’s why I find this experience to be somewhat comical. After years of procrastination I find myself taking the necessary steps to avoid old habits only to find myself in an all too familiar
My heart sank immediately after checking the time on my phone. “11:03.” I stared at the numbers until finally the bright light from my phone began to irritate my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I was in utter disbelief. For some reason I had it in my head that all was going well. That should have been the first clue.
I received a text from my classmate and good friend Jeffrey the night before our writing assignment was due. The assignment was simple. Write a memoir. The only expectations were to have an event and an experience. I had long finished my memoir on change and was somewhat satisfied with the quality of my work. It wasn’t hard to do it all. In fact I quite enjoyed writing about the time I moved. I read the …show more content…
In the midst of the sudden movement I managed to lose my phone somewhere in my bed wrapped in sheets. I began to feel around in the dark until finally the tips of my fingers met with the plastic case of my Iphone5s. I turned it on.
My heart sank immediately after checking the time on my phone. “11:03.” I stared at the numbers until finally the bright light from my phone began to irritate my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I was in utter disbelief. For some reason I had it in my head that only one journal was due the following day. I calculated 1 hour per memoir and immediately set to work hoping to finish before 3am. I had 4 memoirs left to write for the following day and annoyed with myself I began to spill words onto Microsoft word compromising the quality of my work to simply get it done.
Never had I felt so abashed by my procrastination. Maybe it was because this time was different. This time I didn’t even know I was procrastinating. Humans are creatures of habit however, and that’s why I find this experience to be somewhat comical. After years of procrastination I find myself taking the necessary steps to avoid old habits only to find myself in an all too familiar