Kendal Gast
ENGL 305
3-23-16
I’m up at my desk in the pre-dawn hours. I can tell this by the sky outside: the utter
black and darkness is fading away from the eastern rise of the gray sun. My knees and forearms are asleep because of
the quick nap I decided was needed at 3:34am.
It’s five now, so that was a mistake.
My computer is still open and the research paper, due today at 11:00am,
only contains two title ideas and an introduction. Sophomore year, as I remember a similar
project for the same professor, clearly taught me no lessons on the uselessness
and blinding impracticality of procrastination.
Websites outlining explanations of complex gene editing methods and
bioethical, peer-reviewed journal articles swish past my eyes as they glaze
over at the realization I’m in no position to synthesize these words into my
own. Instead of typing, the chair
cradling my ass squeaks metallically when I stretch out, content to spend the
next 20 minutes wondering whether or not I should continue, or read for another
class by conceding defeat.
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