1A/N: Because we all deal with papers and essays. And because they torture. Oh they torture.
Time (or the lack of it)
There never seemed to be enough off it. That is, there never seemed to be enough time. Leaning back in her chair, she contemplated how time could disappear in the blink of an eye; one minute it was 7:00, and the next it was suddenly 10:30. Time? What time?
A frustrated hand ran through already tousled locks, trying to smooth away the worries that rained down upon her head with every passing moment. Upon her failure to do that, a long sigh escaped her as she stared at the whiteness of the blank word document; it was a perfect reflection of the state of her mind. How long ago had she started the essay? It seemed like days.
The chin resting in the cradle of her palm grew heavy as minutes ticked by on the small clock near her elbow―a telltale sign of the fatigue that was clouding her thoughts. She had made up her mind to have her English essay done by 10 so that she could study for that Religion test…and maybe catch up on the History readings that she had somehow fallen so far behind on. Of course, were things ever that simple? She had gone into it all with great gusto, excitedly plopping down in front of the glowing computer screen and basking in its lovely eye-destroying rays of radiation. But one glance at the assignment convinced her that she would need serious inspiration. So a few cups of coffee, a few poems, a chapter of the latest book that she was currently engrossed in, and a quick snack break later she was ready to begin work on the demon of an assignment.
10:30 faded into eleven, and then eleven into twelve as she struggled to prove her train of thought. Who had decided to create essays in the first place? Were teachers so honestly upset over the fact that they could not conduct corporal punishment that they had to resolve to torture their students psychologically with essays?
The lids of her eyes threatened to close, and with an agonized groan she realized how late it was getting. Honestly, she would have to go to speak to Father Time about this…this…24-hour day thing. 24 hours was definitely not enough time to accomplish anything, especially if you threw a paper into the mix. After a quick battle against her inner voice, she finally resolved that sleep was of more import. After all, she could finish the paper up the study period before it was due…could she not?