Its already 11 and my paper is due at 12, what is the point. You can call me the ultimate procrastinator. Its not that i don't have the ability to finnish my work but, there are just better things to do. This house was built for day dreaming. Home work is no match for the water fall that flows through my bed room. Home work has never posed much of a problem for me because, well, I'm not trying to brag but I'm pretty bright. I read all of the books assigned i just see no point in writing silly essays on them just to be apart of this system to humor the teachers. But this year, homework is catching up to me. Well its not just catching up, it is hunting me down and it has a license to kill. My teachers decided to stop grading my homework with zeros and put in an incomplete. Which means i haven't completed my courses, which means i can not graduate. Which brings us to the clock which is making its way to 11:05... Wait for it... And.. Boom there we are 11:05 on the dot. I have to stay inside of this house and finnish all of my assignments. I know what you're thinking, why fall into the system now? Who needs graduation? Well my parents do. And they feed me so its worth a shot. I enjoy a challenge. Its exactly twelve and i have one paper down four years of work to go. The water is like a lullaby, I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad if i. Well, good morning... Or afternoon i suppose its such a beautiful day and the house is filled with gorgeous technicolored light. But forget all of that. Lets get started on freshmen year math. They thought i couldn't so it,but i knew i could. I have it in me, this house is just a massive distraction... In college i will be a genius with no distractions.
College-
I live in a house... That suspends over the ocean? What do these people expect? They say it will inspire me, all of us writing majors are out here. I am... Distracted. This is a vicious cycle of not doing my work, well as long as i have a view...
