The Procrastinator

Katrina was a smart girl who always got her homework done on time. She worked hard in everything she did. The first thing she did when she got home was do her homework. Even on days that she had drama practice or tennis practice, she always got her homework done. Most nights she would stay up until the early hours of the morning just to finish her tremendous pile of schoolwork. She would wake up five hours later to get ready for another day of school.
One day, for her creative writing class, the teacher, Mrs. Hunt, assigned three parables for the class to write.
“You have five days to write them. They’re due on Friday.”
Katrina thought that was easy enough. She had finished all her previous assignment with a couple days to spare. She figured she could write them in no time. As the week progressed, she had only written parable that made absolutely no sense. At this point, she began to worry. Justina had finished all her parables before the second day, and Kailey already had a great start on hers. They were starting to make her look bad.
It was the day before the assignment was due, and Katrina was freaking out. She already had so many other things to worry about and a lot of other work to do. What made things worse was that she had a tennis match that day. The tennis meet would consume all her time after school, and she began to wonder how she was going to get everything done. In a panic, she thought about her options. Maybe Justina would be nice enough to write one for her…. No, that wouldn’t work. She couldn’t think of anything else but to just do it on her own with any spare time that she may have. The only time she had was in study hall that day. She immediately ripped out her notebook as soon as the bell ran. Her hand was screaming across the paper as she tried to finish a parable. The paper was covered in blotchy handwriting, but at least she had something to turn in the next day. That night, after tennis, she went home and worked on the other two all night. They were not good at all. Katrina was worried for the next day because she knew she did horrible on the assignment.
Before she knew it, she was sitting in her creative writing class and had to read her work aloud. She tried to hide her face as it grew hot with embarrassment. As soon as she was done, the kids laughed at her, and Mrs. Hunt said, “That was poop. You did not take your time on the assignment. You fail the class.” Katrina cried and never went back to school.
You should always take your time and do your best.