I hate writing papers for class.
Wait, actually, that’s not exactly true. I like writing papers for class, I do- it sure beats taking scantron tests or using a calculator to find solutions to problems. I like having all the information I need already stored up in my brain and not having to study for stuff because I already know all about it (because usually all they ask you to do is express your ideas on paper). I like having the freedom to unleash the awesomeness that is my creativity upon my unsuspecting finals. I like feeling accomplished when I finish, knowing that I was able to successfully transform my thoughts from mind to matter. Because I’m a freakin ninja at this sort of stuff.
So I guess I don’t hate writing papers for class. I need to rephrase that first sentence.
What I hate is that when I’m writing papers for class, I feel like I have both the desire and the ability to write about pretty much anything (and everything?) except what I’m supposed to be writing about.
Which is why I’m writing here. Instead of writing my stupid paper.
Stupid finals.
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