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Tick, tick, tick, my mind is wandering off some place else. Get back on track. What am I going to write about? What should I write about? My pencils wants to keep moving but my mind doesn't want to cooperate with my hands. This isn't going well.

Here, in my bedroom in front of me there lay a pile of loose leaf paper and a pencil. Getting prepare for writing. I know that I wanted a draft but the question is "how?" I started writing about anything that came into mind. Over and over I scribbled out the sentences that I had written. For some reason the writing lead me to a dead end. I couldn't go on. My mind is blank. I felt like I was burning my brains out and still nothing came into mind.

I crumpled the paper into a ball, wishing that I'd never see dead ends again or write that way. I bit my bottom lip in confusion. What am I going to do? Arghhhh...again I tried to write another, I wrote "Draft" at the top of the page for my English 1021 class but didn't know how to start. Then , I wrote what I was supposed to do and what my problem was. I don't know what to write next. I read what I had written over and over eight times. I feel stumped. Again, I crumpled this one too.

I got up and out of my bedroom. I went downstairs for a glass of water hoping desperately that I'd come up with something. " Relax the brain, think later," I told myself. I just need a glass of water and to turn on the A.C. I got the water and turned on the A.C. I sat down on the couch as if I had never sat on it before. I took the first gulp of water...groop...yes! That was so good, it's a release to get away from my homework, I am free. I smiled sincerely.

I walked back upstairs counting the steps...1,2,3,4...I began to worry about what I was going to write about. 5,6... should I just write my paper some other time? No, bad idea just keep going. 7,8,9.....15 I am at the top of the stairs. I still have to turn right and enter the room of frustration. There I was once again in my bedroom, I sat down and looked at my paper, nothing. I felt the stress coming to me slowly as I started to think.
This is driving me nuts, I have been thinking my brains out and I still have nothing written down yet.

Tick, tick, tick, the time is still ticking. It's been about two hours that I have been stuck, thinking about what I am going to write. This is so nerve-racking. Two hours wasted, down the drain. I could have been done with my other homework for this class by now.

Finally, I started to doodling all over my paper and there my savior, myself came to me. I used all that I have been through in that whole two hours and wrote about it, because it was my experience with writing a draft. The draft that I had no idea about what I was going to write about. I unwrapped the crumpled paper and used it. I am so excited to write this paper now that I have an idea. This feeling was like working my up a nine foot pool, holding my breath, trying to reach the top and finally I'm there, gasping for air. Oh yeah this feels great. The heavy burden is off my shoulders.

Thinking about the two hours that I had wasted I can actually get a tutor of help from the writing center where there are people who can help me by giving me ideas about what I should write about and what I need to improve on. With the tutor or the writing center's help I'd be done in a second. This way, I'd have time to do other homework.

After, knowing how frustrated this situation was for me I feel I'd better start seeking help. If there are any other things that I might need help with I'm going straight to the centers and tutors for help. This is to my advantage to take it and save myself time. This was a total lesson, I should really start using my time wisely. I truly encourage myself to change things. I will work around my schedule if I need to. I need to know that I gave it my ALL!