Personal Narrative: My Loss Of Time
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Eighty-six thousand, four hundred, and 2 thousandths
The number of seconds in each day. Everyone have the same number of seconds they can use. The same amount of time to move. But there is a petrification that most teenagers feel when faced with this limited time frame. Each second is another second wasted, another page unread, another drawing not drawn, another achievement not obtained. The feeling of not doing has piled up for so many teens that some have lost the will to do anything at all. We feel the seconds slipping through our fingers and realize how little time we have to do things.
During my sophomore year of high school I became a bit obsessed with time. I started to count the time it would take to get from my Computer Science class to my English class. ( 1 minute and 26 seconds on a good day ) I started practicing my words per minute on a keyboard just so that I could reduce the amount of time it would take for me to get things onto a page. I counted the seconds it would take for me to calm down on a diving board before I threw a particularly difficult dive. I tried to measure the seconds it took to do things in my head. Go up a particular flight of stairs. Get ready for class. …show more content…
Time would keep on going no matter what was being counted. I could mess up a count and time would have still passed without me. Tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock would run. It wouldn’t matter what I did or how efficiently I did it. Either way the clock would go. And I became irrationally scared of it. ‘What if i started to waste time?’ I’d think to myself.
So I stopped doing certain things. I stopped working on hobbies and reading as much. I was worried that if I didn’t do things well it’d be a waste of time. But the longer it went on the longer something dawned on me. If you took the batteries out of the clock you would never know what time it was. No measurable seconds to remind you that you were doing something
Eighty-six thousand, four hundred, and 2 thousandths
The number of seconds in each day. Everyone have the same number of seconds they can use. The same amount of time to move. But there is a petrification that most teenagers feel when faced with this limited time frame. Each second is another second wasted, another page unread, another drawing not drawn, another achievement not obtained. The feeling of not doing has piled up for so many teens that some have lost the will to do anything at all. We feel the seconds slipping through our fingers and realize how little time we have to do things.
During my sophomore year of high school I became a bit obsessed with time. I started to count the time it would take to get from my Computer Science class to my English class. ( 1 minute and 26 seconds on a good day ) I started practicing my words per minute on a keyboard just so that I could reduce the amount of time it would take for me to get things onto a page. I counted the seconds it would take for me to calm down on a diving board before I threw a particularly difficult dive. I tried to measure the seconds it took to do things in my head. Go up a particular flight of stairs. Get ready for class. …show more content…
Time would keep on going no matter what was being counted. I could mess up a count and time would have still passed without me. Tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock would run. It wouldn’t matter what I did or how efficiently I did it. Either way the clock would go. And I became irrationally scared of it. ‘What if i started to waste time?’ I’d think to myself.
So I stopped doing certain things. I stopped working on hobbies and reading as much. I was worried that if I didn’t do things well it’d be a waste of time. But the longer it went on the longer something dawned on me. If you took the batteries out of the clock you would never know what time it was. No measurable seconds to remind you that you were doing something