O Suck! O Essay!

O Suck! O Essay!... the pain of you recurring;
The endless objects of laziness- of bitter thoughts and phrases
Of me forever blaming myself, (For who more lazy than I, and who more bitter?)
Of a paper that never is written on- the pen untouched- of the procrastinating ever renew'd
Of the poor intros and conclusions- the uncooperative words in my head
Of the empty and piercing page- with the ideas gone from me
The question, O suck! so sad, recurring-- what good amid these, O suck, O essay?

Answer

That you choose- that essay exists, and class;
That the inevitable Monday will come and you will need to contribute a page

Where Did Laura's Post GO????

Laura posted the beginning of her essay that she thought was wrong on here and now I can't find it... am I going crazy?  I wanted to use it for something. 

writing workshop

well during the past week i learned how much i need to improve my writing again and a feeling for the standards and how to go about planning and draing an essay , also i have been working on the esaay over the weeekend and i already feel stressed like im not gonna do good enough in college english , hopefuly she doesnt grade to hard!?

Not in the Swing of Things

I did absolutely nothing today.... or yesterday I mean. Well, I did a lot of things really, but nothing that I should have. I should have worked on that dang essay. Or memorized monologues. Or decorated a tree. Or decorated another tree. Or look up things on Genetic Counselors. Or finished my book. Or started 1984. Or actually finish my Christmas shopping. Or go for a run. Or get some sleep. Or work on that dang essay. Instead, I had a lovely day of shopping, guitar playing with the lovely trio of BLK MLD/ Clittens/ The Coconators, and not working on that dang essay. I dearly hope none of your Saturdays were nearly this fun. I hope that instead you all worked on your dumb essays like good little children.