Mid Term Report

Mid Term Report

One AM. If I go to sleep by two I can still get four hours before the alarm goes off. I stare at it, my mid term report, the enemy. I’ve been working on it for weeks, mentally… that’s the hard part right? The idea, organizing the theme, outlining. Basically it was all written in my head when I put pen to paper, or technically fingers to keyboard. Funny huh, fingers to keyboard…

QUIT IT!! Stop these little mental detours! Read! I have enough words, it’s just boring, boring, boring. Where’s the zip, the magic? If I were reading this for the first time, I’d fall asleep! Wouldn’t that be nice… If I went to sleep right now I could get four hours and forty-five minutes in before the alarm clock goes off. Crap, with no report. Well, with this boring report… But what is my job here? Information, I have it! Entertainment? Is that so crucial? The teacher is certainly not going to fall asleep reading it and even if she does who cares? It’s her JOB for crying out loud! She’s required to read it! But… does she grade on info, or readability, or both?

I’m so sleepy I can’t think straight. If I set my alarm for five instead of six, I could go to sleep now and finish this in that lovely, clear fresh, awake, hour in the morning. I promise, promise I will never leave the writing till the last night again. Just give me this one, Fate, I will be good forever more!
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“MOM!!!! It’s six o’clock! What happened???!!!”

“Oh Honey, I heard your alarm going off at five, thought you forgot to set it back at the time change. You were such a deep sleep, so I just fixed it for you.”