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72. Ted froze for a moment. The words hit him harder than he’d expected.

Ted froze for a moment. The words hit him harder than he’d expected. Vacate? Payments due? He had been so consumed by his own struggles and growth plan that he had overlooked the practicalities of life—rent, deadlines, and obligations.

“Mrs. Parkinson,” Ted began, trying to steady his voice. “I just need a little more time. I’m working on something—something big. I promise I’ll sort this out soon.”

Mrs. Parkinson folded her arms, her gaze stern but not unkind. “Ted, I’ve seen potential in you, but potential doesn’t pay the bills. You have until Friday.”

Ted nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had three days. Three days to prove to himself that he could manage his priorities, meet deadlines, and take responsibility.

As he walked to class, his mind raced. This wasn’t just about the room—it was about everything. The seven weak areas he had identified were staring him in the face, demanding action.

  1. Prioritization: Find a part-time job or a quick solution to pay the rent—this was priority one.

  2. Time Management: Balance his studies, work, and personal growth without letting anything slip through the cracks.

  3. Perfectionism: He didn’t have time to make everything flawless; good enough would have to do.

  4. Procrastination: No delays—he needed to act now.

  5. Subservience: He’d stop over-pleasing others who drained him and focus on people who truly mattered.

  6. Submission Deadlines: Missing one had brought him here; he’d never let it happen again.

  7. Self-help: No one was going to rescue him. He had to rescue himself.

The day flew by, but Ted’s determination grew stronger. He spent the evening making calls, reaching out for part-time gigs, and drafting a detailed plan to juggle his responsibilities.

By nightfall, Ted felt a glimmer of hope. He didn’t have all the answers yet, but he had something he hadn’t had in a long time—clarity.

This was his fight, and he was ready to win it. Friday was just the beginning.


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