In my fifth grade year, we had a lot of reading assignments to do. We usually had to read books, then take tests on the books on the computer to see if we actually read them well enough and understood them fully. The books were usually not that very long or hard to read. They were focused on my skill level that I could read on. One week, my teacher desided to change up the reading and challenge us even further. Now I'm not a very strong reader, nor do I enjoy to read a lot. So this was possibly going to be a challenge for me. And as it turned out, it was going to be a very harsh struggle for me. The teacher told us that an author was going to come to our school and talk to us about his new book. She was going to have us read the book The Cottenmouth Club before the author came to see us in a week. I had to read a four hundred page book in a week. This meant that a reading student of my level was going from maximum eighty-page picture books, to a four-hundred page novel by myself with no one reading it to me. Of course, this questioned my abilities as a reader. But either way I had to read this book or fail.
As soon as my teacher was handing out these very new hard back books everyone was excited to dive in and start to read them Except for me. I just kind of looked at my teacher and silently asked her "Why are you doing this to me?". From the moment she passed out those books my procrastination began. I was about two days into reading the book and of course, every other student was further ahead of me. It seemed like this week was never going to end.