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It’s 5 pm.
I have a ten-page paper due tomorrow for my English class, and the only thing I’ve written is my name. My professor assigned the paper three weeks ago. I told myself that I wouldn’t put it off — that I’d write a page or two each night. (I also knew I was lying to myself when I made that promise.) It’s okay, though. It’s only ten pages, it won’t take me that long, and I have the entire night ahead of me.
It’s 7 pm.
I was going to start writing, but I got a little side-tracked. I ate dinner, and then I got this creative idea for a drawing that I just had to sketch out. I’m going to start the paper in like ten minutes, I swear.
The clock blinks at me, it’s 9 pm.
Look, an old friend called and we started talking, okay? I didn’t mean to spend two hours on the phone, but I lost track of time. I’m writing — right now! I mean, I’m definitely going to have to pull an all-nighter to get this one done, but that’s okay. I’ll finish it.
At 6:30 am, the sun is creeping over the horizon.
It’s completed. Ten pages are finished— class is in two hours. I didn’t really proofread it as thoroughly as I wanted, and some of my ideas may seem a little rushed, but it’s done, and that is what matters.
