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Without the paragraph, I would be pretty void of purpose, unorganized, and void of purpose. Almost everyone was to do a pretty hefty chunk of the paper, but my duty was shrunken down to a measly paragraph. That would be great, it would be, but the less I wrote the less I got. I had A’s and B’s in every other class but this was the only one where I had an F, a stood out and bold F. That was the one thing, the one class I was confident I was gonna fail. It wasn't necessarily because of the difficulties of the class but rather the difficulties of me not wanting to do the work in the class. So, once again, the only thing I had going for me; the only thing that could possibly raise my grade: was a measly paragraph, and without it, I would be void of purpose and might as well not even be working on the paper at all. As for my unorganized, It would be a problem for another day.

The paper was a writing assignment, each one of us in the group had to write, and it was up to us to decide who wrote what and how much they would write. If you didn’t want to write that was fine; you would just have to deal with an F. I honestly considered not doing anything at all because I already had an F and it's not like it could get any worse. I had that thought for about three seconds until someone in the group, in my group, told me I would be writing one paragraph. I think they decided this quite quickly, within a blink of an eye. Someone had to write less than everyone else, and since the less you wrote the less you got they chose me rather quickly; everyone else in the group was connected and were either friends or knew each other. Not to say they didn’t know me, and the fact that they knew me was the exact reason they chose me to do less work, to have a lesser grade. Although this was probably a good thing because I surely would have messed up the essay if it were that I was given a more important part, I still was faced with the fact that the highest possible grade I could get on this was going to be a C, and that was if I thought of something good enough to put in a single paragraph that I could get a C.

The damp soft walls of the classroom, and the carpet that if you were to sit on you had a 30% chance of sitting on a staple were starting to make me feel uneasy. We had 3 days to do this project, and I only had to do one paragraph. This would be very very easy but I needed the paragraph good enough to even get a passing grade, which meant I had to put some thought into it. It did not make it better that my paragraph was supposed to be in the middle near the end of the paper, so I had to add onto the story instead of just doing a lazy introduction that they could add onto. I also couldn’t wait till the last day because I wasn't doing an ending paragraph. The sharp and long noise of the bell ringing shot all my thoughts out of my mind, and within 30 minutes of the bell ringing for my English class to end I had completely forgotten that the paper even existed. This made for an unpleasant reminder when I got home, a reminder in the form of a single click, a click to check my notifications; a click that had shown that the assignment had been put up.

I gave myself a noble duty, and this duty that I had given myself to fulfill was that I would make sure to do all of my other needed assignments before I got to even thinking of something to write for the paragraph; before I even looked at the document to see what was already written and what I needed to put in. 

...PT.1 Nicholas Zuniga