One thing everyone knows about me is that I’m late; in high school I was voted most likely to be late for an appointment. Some friends will anticipate my being late and show up 10 minutes after we’ve made plans to meet. However much I don’t appreciate their lack of faith in my ability to be on time, they’re often right. It’s never been about how much I care, I’m late to meet friends as often (sometimes more often) as I am to my first class of the day. I don’t seem to be able to get anywhere on time, no matter how early I wake up.
When I took my year off from school, I was accepted to my first internship. This was entirely new to me, and so far the most important job I’d had. And of course, this meant being on time. Not only being on time, but arriving at least 15 minutes early to get work done before anyone else. As I’d never had a “9-5” job before, my friends and family expected me to struggle for months. But I was never worried; I knew that when it came down to it, when people were counting on me to be on time, I could manage. I knew I couldn’t mess up the chance I was given, so I never worried about pulling through when it came to getting myself together. This internship led to another, and a job, because I was able to recognize what it was that I needed to do in order to succeed. I may still be late to class, but when I’ve considered my direct chance at success, I make it there on time.
Monologue by Laura
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Hello Laura, Alex here. I did my post late so I need to comment on others monologue, your was short so I was like, YES!!!!. Anyways aside from that, I can relate, anything that has to do with me, I just don’t care if I am late or early but when it comes to other people depending on me.I turn into Responsibility Man!!!! He likes to be on time all the time. time. time.