Process Essay

Each morning I wake up and stare at my phone. My ears are on high alert for that wretched screeching noise it makes, that inevitably starts another day. As I lay in the bed trying to somehow sink my body into the mattress to keep myself from having to get up, the screeching noise begins. Thus starts the day of endless tasks that must be accomplished. I run through the list in my head over and over and over to make sure I am not forgetting anything. Then I start to think to myself, I wonder what on the list can be pushed back a little? I know that come five 'o clock there will be an over grown hungry monster walking through the door and I must muster the strength to get out of bed and get the morning started. I swing one leg over the side of the bed and let it dangle there for a few moments, waiting to see if gravity will somehow pull the rest of me down and out of bed.

It's not as though only one day a week starts like this, but it seems to be each day starts this way. Each day is packed with as many tasks as possible to optimize time and maximize opportunities. Once I've managed to pry myself out of bed, it is off to the bathroom to see what I need to do to make myself look acceptable to the general public. I fix my matted down hair, brush my teeth, grab some clothes and off I am to the office. Stacks of paper greet me each and every day when I enter that tiny little room. There's a stack of bills, receipts, checks that need to be deposited, textbooks for the homework that never seems to be done.

I try to get myself organized as quickly as possible so I am not interrupted by a phone call that will throw me off.I always sort things in the same way, by what it urgent, what needs to be reviewed and then what can wait until another day. This helps me handle the most important things first, like paying fuel taxes, fuel expenses, insurances, faxing paperwork to the various companies we work with and ultimately getting people paid. The process is time consuming, because each document you fill out has several little things that go with it, you can bet that when you need those little things, you can never find them. Receipts stick to each other, invoices hide and bills go unpaid.

Once I've organized and sorted through the massive amounts of paperwork that linger in the office and I've gone to the post office, it is time for a break. Time to head downstairs and clean the house and figure out supper plans. I scoop up all the dirty dishes and whisk them off to the kitchen, fold the blankets in the living room and wipe down every surface. In this household we don't like germs. Upon entering the bathroom each day I am promptly greeted with a mound of dirty laundry and a deceiving mound of laundry it is. Regardless of how many loads of laundry I do each day, that mound never seems to get any smaller. I fear that the laundry breeds at a rate comparable to rabbits.

Finally after the grueling tasks of office work, housework and dinner are handled the day starts to wind down and that is when the homework is tackled. I go through each class, figure out what needs to be done and how long it will take me to do it. I try to figure out what the professor is looking for and maximize the chances that they will get just that. Then my mind goes right back to the office thinking of the paperwork that must be dealt with in the morning, you see it is a vicious cycle that never ends. Six hours of sleep do little to convince me that I'm ready for the day to begin each morning.

Process Essay: Intro

Each morning I wake up and stare at my phone. My ears are on high alert for that wretched screeching noise it makes, that inevitably starts another day. As I lay in the bed trying to somehow sink my body into the mattress to keep myself from having to get up, the screeching noise begins. Thus starts the day of endless tasks that must be accomplished. I run through the list in my head over and over and over to make sure I am not forgetting anything. Then I start to think to myself, I wonder what on the list can be pushed back a little? I know that come five 'o clock there will be an over grown hungry monster walking through the door and I must muster the strength to get out of bed and get the morning started. I swing one leg over the side of the bed and let it dangle there for a few moments, waiting to see if gravity will somehow pull the rest of me down and out of bed.

Effect Essay: The Road

When I was younger I had it all mapped out just so. I knew exactly what I wanted to be, a lawyer, mom and well, awesome. It seemed so perfect, I would have the perfect number of kids, two, and they would be perfect. It was always sunny, the trees always green and the sky always blue. Maybe this road I had planned to travel down only existed in my imagination, but you could not have convinced me otherwise. Never could I have imagined that the road I actually travelled down was not sunny all the time, nor the sky blue or trees always green. In fact, I missed the part where I was going to walk down a winding road that branched off so many times and seemed more like a deliberate scheme to confuse me.

Although I had this vision of perfectness for the future, we all know that cliche saying, "life is what happens when you are busy making other plans." As much as I hate to admit it, that is exactly what happens. As I bounded down the road with my hair blowing in the breeze the trees started to turn color and the sky began to fill with clouds. I realized that after high school, there is not perfect place to go to school. A lot of consideration and contemplation must be put into such an important decision. I realized that law school was absolutely not for me. I quickly stumbled upon my first major pot hole shortly after graduation. I thought everyone was honest and trustworthy and found out that most people are in fact not. I had my identity stolen and quickly became tangled in a mess.

Once I worked my way around that pot hole, a little worse off than before, I veered off a little bit of a cliff. I walked right to the edge, thought I could simply walk along the edge, even though I knew that the odds were I would fall over the edge and plunge to a vast sea of black emptiness. Which seems to be the worst kind of emptiness, it never seems to end, you reach out and nothing is all around you. It's almost as though the air is saturated in despair. I moved away from everyone and everything and started drinking and partying. Shocking little miss molly mormon. But, what I did not know was that this new pattern of behavior was going to cause me to plunge into a never ending pit of despair and anguish.

Once I got exhausted from what seemed like a never ending black empty hole, I clung onto anything I could grasp. I reached out to friends, church leaders and even co-workers, looking for a way to bring anything bright back into my life. I wanted a smooth road, one that was like the one I had dreamed of and imagined all through my early adolescent years. I had a feeling that the road I had envisioned didn't exist. When all my friends were getting married and starting families, I was pulling my life together and figuring out what I was going to do with it. I didn't know what to do with pot holes and cliffs and other obstacles that now seemed to block the road around every corner.

My life's road seemed to be on a string of never ending construction, you know, the kind in the summer when you are planning a road trip and it seems as though you are never going to get to your destination, because there's a chance you will turn old and gray right there in the car waiting to get through construction. The bumps in the road never seem to go away, the pot holes will occasionally get filled in, but at some point it seems that the road starts to look more familiar and the construction is not so bad. All the bumps in the road have brought some amazing scenery into my life. I thought that there was this perfect road and that I wanted to travel only in the sunshine, but the gray skies make the sunny ones that much more enjoyable.

Example Essay #5

Wouldn't you like to consider yourself lucky in love? Find the person that completes you, beyond that cliche of "your better half?" Someone who knows what you need and how to help you get there. An individual who stands behind you to push you when you don't know if you can go on. I am lucky enough to have that person in my life already. He is my biggest cheerleader and coach. Whether he's pushing me to pursue my educational goals directing me to develop my talents, he is there every step of the way.

Pursuing your educational goals can be difficult when you are going in it alone. If you haven't figured out what you would like to do or be it can be challenging to venture into the unknown. If you have people behind you supporting you and encouraging you through the challenges, it makes the challenge more bearable. Chris did exactly that for me. He gave me the opportunity to go back to school full time so I could finish my accounting degree. Even though it doesn't seem like a big deal, having someone who is willing to take on all the bills and work from sun up to sun down to make sure everything is taken care of, is a huge blessing. The encouragement is nice, but someone who really steps forward to help pave the way is incredible.

Gaining work experience is another challenge for me as I pursue my educational goals. I need to gain experience in the field I am studying to ensure that when I go into the work field, I have the experience needed to excel. Chris has helped make this possible by giving me the opportunity to run the paper side of his business. Although it is time consuming, it allows me to put all the experience I am gaining to good use. He has also been kind enough to help get me an internship with a company that does more advanced work that will give me the experience I need to begin doing even more for our business in the future.

When I approached Chris about feeling lonely up here, where there are few people to really call a friend, he at first didn't know what to do. Although he is not an animal fan, he agreed to let me get a pet so that I had something to give attention to. He even went along to help pick out this new kitten. Whether or not he can be everything I need him to be, he finds ways to surprise me every step of the way.

I may not get compliments all day or wake up to breakfast in bed, I feel like the sweetest moments are the honest ones, when someone helps you in a moment of need. The money is nice, but the support and love that comes from the heart is most important to me. Chris excels in this area. He is a problem solver and he believes that whatever I set my mind to do, if I push hard enough, I can do it. 

Example Essay Intro

Wouldn't you like to consider yourself lucky in love? Find the person that completes you, beyond that cliche of "your better half?" Someone who knows what you need and how to help you get there. An individual who stands behind you to push you when you don't know if you can go on. I am lucky enough to have that person in my life already. He is my biggest cheerleader and coach. Whether he's pushing me to pursue my educational goals directing me to develop my talents, he is there every step of the way.