jesus
I sit here at my desk typing away at my essay trying to make some type of sense, and trying not to procrastinate (too badly). I force myself to think about my novel, Sophie's Choice, and not other more important things. I sit here at my desk with a computer, and I cant concentrate on my paper. My mind wanders to far more important things. It thinks about the problems that this Nation and World must face. I think of Darfur and the hundreds of thousands of innocent people being slaughtered. I think of the tens of thousands of Americans oversees in Iraq dying for no reason. I think of the people dying in third world countries of diseases that heave been eradicated in out country. My mind races to fact that as I sit here listening to my music on my computer going to a private school that costs $27,000, a child born this second has a one in five chance of being born into poverty. 1 in 5. That's 13 million children living in this country that live in a family making less than the tuition of Nobles. And the only thing that I can think of is, What the hell? What am I doing here writing a paper about Sophie's Choice when 13 million children ar living in poverty? This country has too many problems for me to be just sitting here. 13 million...
and only three pages to go.
and only three pages to go.