The Last Late-Night
I wish that were true. Here I am, with one more period of each of my classes left, pulling the last late-night, all-nighter, sun's-up-down-and-up-again... whatever cliche you want to call it. Seriously, a rose by any other name is still not getting me any extra sleep.
So it's time to reflect and waste an extra 15 minutes writing this little synopsis. Nostalgia is surprisingly sharp when the sun's threatening. Hell, I'm listening to my high school graduation CD right now (thanks, Alex!).
Throughout my school career, I never could get my papers done before 4 am the night before they were due. If I did, I would still lie awake and have to reset my alarm after two hours of that, or else I wouldn't get ANY sleep.
For this paper, I prepped and got an outline and a few pages written two nights ago. Of course, then I just couldn't put the rest of it together until now. I am tempted to skip the class before this paper is due, but I have a final exam in it.
The New York Times just reached my email box. And now I'm writing this. I never learn.
So it's time to reflect and waste an extra 15 minutes writing this little synopsis. Nostalgia is surprisingly sharp when the sun's threatening. Hell, I'm listening to my high school graduation CD right now (thanks, Alex!).
Throughout my school career, I never could get my papers done before 4 am the night before they were due. If I did, I would still lie awake and have to reset my alarm after two hours of that, or else I wouldn't get ANY sleep.
For this paper, I prepped and got an outline and a few pages written two nights ago. Of course, then I just couldn't put the rest of it together until now. I am tempted to skip the class before this paper is due, but I have a final exam in it.
The New York Times just reached my email box. And now I'm writing this. I never learn.