Narrative Speech on Procrastination

Have you ever waited until the last minute to do something? And then regretted it the next day? Of course you have, we've all done it. Finding different things to do, such as going on Facebook or texting, are ways to get our mind off of our priorities. Well that's exactly what I did. It was just last week where my story began and how the words "there's still more time" couldn't help anymore.

In school, my teacher, Mr. Herd, gave us an assignment to write a speech that teaches a lesson. Although I am not the best writer, I thought I would get this done very easily because it really wasn't that hard. "I am giving you time to work on this in class" he said. The first thought that came to my mind was that I wouldn't have to worry about doing it at home. But that thought had changed. Throughout the week, I had multiple opportunities to do this assignment, along with the extra time we had in class. Upon arriving in class our first work day, I had picked out a lesson in my head; but as I started writing it, it just didn't seem like the right topic for me. Instead of spending the class time trying to decide a new lesson, I just spent the whole class browsing the web on laptops. I told myself that I would get some ideas at home that day so that I would have information for the next day. Turns out, I got nothing done. Of course, instead of focusing on my school work, I just avoided it. As usual, I sat in front of the television, staring endlessly at the screen with my finger clicking on the remote. As the days went by and as time was coming to an end, I had not used my class time very wisely to finish it. "How is your speech coming?" My cousin asked. I looked at her with guilt. "I haven't started it yet" I said. I would change my lesson at least five or six times a day pushing it back each day. The weekend came and all I was doing was dreading to write it, I honestly just didn't want to do it; so, instead of doing it, I had slept. I know, what a great idea on my part. Not. I figured this was the minimum amount required to write a speech as eloquent as this. It is now the night before I had to give my speech, and I have yet to figure out what I am going to do. "Mom, I don't know what to do!" I said with frustration. "Well why would you wait until the night before to do this?" I had no answer. It was 11 o'clock at night. I take swigs of Mountain Dew to keep myself awake; the taste of sugary green goodness reminds me, with every swallow, that I've sentenced myself to an all-nighter that I wish I could have prevented. The computer is on, and I am under a lot of stress. I'm waiting for inspiration. I would keep looking at the blank piece of paper that was right in front of me, hoping words would just appear out of thin air. "There isn't a lot of time left," I finally came to the truth as I just stared at the