The essay, On Laziness, by Christopher Morley, portrays his argument of why laziness is often the key to being successful. In his opening sentence, he starts by explaining how he intended to write an essay but was simply too lazy to do do. The purpose is already being expressed through his use of satire. This helps the audience apprehend how he’s portraying his meaning through his own writing style, which includes theoretical irony, satire, and use of persuasion. The use of actual laziness used to write this essay made the readers ponder and question what he was trying to say. Being lazy can sometimes end up being the best choice, and this essay is a prime example of that.
Starting middle school challenges any kid transitioning into a teenager. Simple small changes like going from cubbies to lockers excite students. Bigger changes like transitioning from one all day class to six individual classes and pluses and minuses to letter grades can leave some students shell-shocked with new responsibilities. I remember the struggle I had keeping up with all of this in my first year. I found social studies homework especially difficult for me. I went to class and didn’t give the course work my best effort. As a result, my grades slipped to the point that I had failing grades in a few classes. I didn’t know what to do, and didn’t really want to do anything about it. I was drowning in a pool of laziness. One evening, I nearly began trembling when my mother decided she wanted to check my grades.
Writing was always a shit sandwich with very thin bread that I was force fed. I always was wishing I could find more bread. I was ten to eleven years old; I was small but not skinny or fat, but rather filled in. Since the day I was born, the right side of my face has been adorned with a peninsula shaped Port Wine Stain, named so because the color of it is very similar to port wine. For the longest, time I hated writing; I despised it. When writing, all I could think of was school, and the fact that I must complete the assignment promptly and correctly the first time or else I will lose points. The looming sharp and jagged clawed shadow monster of stress was the only thing with me when I wrote. Then one summer’s day, thanks to one man, I found
It’s been years since water came out of my faucet and days since my last drink of water. Even if I did have water would it be worth the risk? Our people have become diseased. Our animals are suffering and we have to walk miles and miles until we find “adequate” water. How long will it be until that nonprofit comes back? It’s not even safe to bathe in, but we do anyway. Skin diseases and infections. When will it stop? We can’t just not have water. But today is the day anyway.
Drip! Beep! Drip! Beep! I couldn’t believe it. I was in the hospital. I couldn’t perform basic tasks. Hours earlier I was running around screaming taking basic skills for granted. No one ever thinks walking is a blessing. I had burnt myself with hot oil/water. I couldn’t move my legs. I couldn’t move my hands. My family took me to the hospital and from there I was admitted as patient. As a little girl I was always very optimistic. Becoming a patient meant no more school and no more homework. As if a first grader had tons of homeworks. As one of the only children at the time of my stay, nurses were kind. They made sure I was always comfortable, they also gave me a ton of toys. During my stay, I relearned how to do the simplist of tasks again.
In Heywood Broun’s “The Fifty-First Dragon,” local coward Gawaine le Cœur-Hardy evolves to an influential knight through the use of an enchanted word. Sword in hand, he traverses the land cleaving heads off of numerous dragons. Although most can’t relate to Gawaine’s achievements, slaying dragons doesn’t make one invincible to personality faults. Throughout all of this, I could find three personality traits that I could relate to, in agreeable or disagreeable ways. Gawaine and I may share similar traits such as laziness and forgetfulness, however, we contrast greatly with our athletic abilities.
In his essay “Why We Procrastinate,” Estroff Marano states that procrastination damages oneself and hinders one’s progress. Moreover, he feels, as a nation, we fail to recognize the grievousness of this bad habit, and the consequences that occur with this learned behavior. According to the author alcohol consumption, deception, and lack of engagement are a few of the destructive and costly outcomes. Marano concludes that with therapy, procrastinators can replace their harmful habits with healthier ones. I agree with Marano that chronic procrastinators have undesirable patterns of behavior that prevents them from being successful and impedes them from having healthy relationships. Three common reasons why people procrastinate is fear of
This age long curse, dressed up and presented as an irreplaceable gift bestowed to man, silently watches through its illusory cage. This prison of the soul however isn’t at all that bad, rather it is an oasis, and it is ultimately ones personal Utopia. Sweeping meadows, soft blue skies, the pastels and vibrancies of joy and life paint the walls, the grass, and the trees. The cage is more a home, be it small or big, in all truths it isn’t tangible, just a depiction of what it holds within. Its doors open and warmth seeps out, lulling its visitor to relax and come in. The air is pleasant, the smells are calming, as it should be when something so precious and so full of life is being held inside. For the soul is our burden to bear, yet it is our
In his essay “Why We Procrastinate,” Estroff Marano states that procrastination damages oneself and hinders one’s progress. Moreover, he feels, as a nation, we fail to recognize the grievousness of this bad habit, and the consequences that occur with this learned behavior. According to the author alcohol consumption, deception, and lack of engagement are a few of the destructive and costly outcomes. Marano concludes that with therapy, procrastinators can replace their harmful habits with healthier ones. I agree with Marano that chronic procrastinators have undesirable patterns of behavior that prevents them from being successful and impedes them from having healthy relationships. Three of the most common reasons why people procrastinate
My father always told me “Experience is the best teacher.” I recall my exact actions prior to an important test that determined what college I would be going to. The American College Testing Program, otherwise known as the ACT. Weeks before the test date, I failed to thoroughly practice. The only practice I thought I needed were the practice tests my teachers provided me. Undoubtedly, I was wrong. Something possessed me to go on about my business, and that it was just like any other standardized test schools use to determine where you are standing. So I did just that, there were many students who had the same notion. Some even skipped out on the test, but I knew better than to do that. Finally, when it came down to test day, I felt fairly ready. Our teachers read the directions and timed us as they were instructed to. We then began testing. I breezed through the English and reading sections, under the pressure of the timer. It was no real burden to me because I have a special place in my heart for Literature. However, the other tests were a hassle. The time was ticking, and my nerves were as well. When it was time to move on to the writing section my stomach dropped. The timer
Drugs are the dangerous substances that will destroy the consumer both physically and mentally; therefore, it is necessary to determine these substances restrictively. In order to do that, I am strongly assuring that the drugs should be legalized. There are three main reasons why the drugs should be legalized: diminution of crime rates, health guarantee, and extending of drugs regulation.
Procrastination can best be defined as putting off, delaying or deferring an action to a later time. Now we all procrastinate from time to time. It 's only when Procrastination stops or hinders us from leading a full and vibrant life that it becomes a problem.
I zip up my last bag and place it in the corner of my room then head over to my desk double checking that everything is packed. After I am sure that my bag is ready I fell flat onto my bed and close my eyes, I was so tired. The house had gone silent except for the faint sound of the T.V coming from my parents bedroom before it was interrupted by the chime of the door bell. My mother opened the door and her stressed face turned into a bright smile as she hugged her close friend who had come to see us off. “Today is the day” I thought to myself. The trip to Fresno seemed much longer this time, but after having a filling meal we finally arrive to the airport. It is a lot bigger than I had ever imagined it to be. Going through the whole check in process was quick and then came the time to say goodbye to our dad. This was the first time we have ever been apart from him for so long. It
Lightning crashes overhead as I race back into the house, dripping wet. I was just returning back from an adventure in the woods. The storm was unexpected, even the forecasters had never expected it. Luckily, I managed to make it back inside safely. I peered out the window as I took off my raincoat. The rain pitter pattered against the pavement softly, creating a lulling sound. I shook my head, fiercely trying to concentrate so that I didn’t fall asleep. I still have video games and homework to complete! The rain has always been a thing that could put me to sleep at the drop of a hat, in fact it’s my favorite weather. I swiftly changed my clothes so that I didn’t catch a cold and I sat down on the couch, pulling my homework out from my bookbag. Math equations filled my head but I still couldn’t concentrate. I stared out the window again, the rain luring me in. I sat my homework down and got up to look out the window again. As I gazed out the window a shadow caught my attention, it breezed through the forest and it went by so fast that I didn’t know what it was. A bird perhaps? Maybe. Whatever it is I need to figure it out! It could be something cool! But what about my homework? Well, this shouldn’t take long and besides, math is easy, I’ll be fine. I’ll just finish it when I get home. I jumped into my rain boots and put my raincoat back on. Then I twisted the
Have you ever experienced something that helped you realize just how special you could truly be? It’s a moment we look back on as the key turning point in our lives. We all have them. This experience helps us visualize what our future holds. It may lead us to compare ourselves to older figures, hoping that we can someday sit in the same ranks as them. No matter how substantial your experience, it can have a lasting impact on your life.