Lots of things have happened in my
life. Somethings bad, and some good. The fun part is finding out which one it
falls under. There are numerous moments in my past where unveiling the truth behind
these events to be quite surprising, but none as much as freshman year in
college.
For as long as I can remember, I have always
been a procrastinator. Whether it is a month long project or simply taking out
the trash, if I'm doing it, it’s going to be last minute. I would be lying if I
said I’ve never regretted procrastinating, but it ‘s a habit that’s impossible for
me to break.
The semester was in home stretch
and only 2 weeks left until winter break. We had been given an art history
paper, which was to be due in replacement of the final. The 10-page assignment
was given out two months prior and we were allowed to turn it in up until the
last day of class. But, of course, I waited till the last day. I was racing
down 95 that morning when fate would have it that there be traffic. I was stuck
there for over an hour, as I watched the minute hand on my analog clock slowly
work its way around the dials right up till 10:50. Crushed, I exited the belt
way and headed back home. I decided to e-mail my professor and pray that she
would let me turn it in late due to the circumstances. Once again, fate
intervenes. My professor had sent out an e-mail explaining that class has been
canceled and the assignment was pushed back till finals week. In the end, I got a 98 on my essay and an A in
the class.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
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