Effort
Effort
There are times when it seems skipping over responsibilities and taking the easy road out will be the more enjoyable path. Endless opportunities for social events, extracurricular activities, and fun activities fill the mind. As I recall times when I took the easy way out two examples come to mind, a failed test and essay I never completed. These were far more painful than simply doing the work would have been. The bright alternative was an aced exam and much praised history paper where I was able to continue all the activities I enjoyed.
The red ink on my test startled me as I glanced at my grade. The noises of the people shifting and talking to one another faded into the background the longer I stared at the paper. The test seemed to haunt me the moment I shoved it ungracefully into my binder. The picture of the grade blazed across my mind causing my hands to shine with a thin layer of sweat. The flap of my binder swung shut quickly blocking my view of the graded test. The air seemed to grow colder the longer I sat there staring at the black binder. My mind froze as I thought of a level I was close to beating on an iPad game I was playing at home, and a new weapon I had unlocked in a new Xbox game all being suspended because my grades were falling like a lead balloon.
Thinking of the consequences reminded me of an earlier time when I wrote an essay, but forgot to turn it in, earning the same grade. I sat down talking to my friend as the teacher entered the class. The air smelled vaguely of coffee right as the teacher walked in, closed the peeling door, and tapped the whiteboard. Written in black ink, the directions stood out boldly against the plain white surface. The students began shifting and moving like miniature tornados of people and clothes. I glanced at the directions, and frowned. “Turn in the Essay?” I searched my mind for any piece of knowledge about the essay, and stopped empty handed. The essay we were told about
There are times when it seems skipping over responsibilities and taking the easy road out will be the more enjoyable path. Endless opportunities for social events, extracurricular activities, and fun activities fill the mind. As I recall times when I took the easy way out two examples come to mind, a failed test and essay I never completed. These were far more painful than simply doing the work would have been. The bright alternative was an aced exam and much praised history paper where I was able to continue all the activities I enjoyed.
The red ink on my test startled me as I glanced at my grade. The noises of the people shifting and talking to one another faded into the background the longer I stared at the paper. The test seemed to haunt me the moment I shoved it ungracefully into my binder. The picture of the grade blazed across my mind causing my hands to shine with a thin layer of sweat. The flap of my binder swung shut quickly blocking my view of the graded test. The air seemed to grow colder the longer I sat there staring at the black binder. My mind froze as I thought of a level I was close to beating on an iPad game I was playing at home, and a new weapon I had unlocked in a new Xbox game all being suspended because my grades were falling like a lead balloon.
Thinking of the consequences reminded me of an earlier time when I wrote an essay, but forgot to turn it in, earning the same grade. I sat down talking to my friend as the teacher entered the class. The air smelled vaguely of coffee right as the teacher walked in, closed the peeling door, and tapped the whiteboard. Written in black ink, the directions stood out boldly against the plain white surface. The students began shifting and moving like miniature tornados of people and clothes. I glanced at the directions, and frowned. “Turn in the Essay?” I searched my mind for any piece of knowledge about the essay, and stopped empty handed. The essay we were told about