Only an hour and a half remain of this stressful and nerve-racking week of AP Calculus exams, AP Lang quizzes, and AP Chem death. About three minutes ago, I sighed contently, reliving the horrors of my academic week and reminding myself that those horrors were all behind me now. That was when I snapped up at the realization that the week was 99% over and I was still two blog posts short of my weekly quota of two.
The assignment had lingered in the back of mind since the day the assignment sheet was distributed (as usual, my row was one short, and as the caboose of the row, it was my job to snag one from Sam's desk while he was preoccupied with throwing something at Kapil). That afternoon at lacrosse practice, as I tuned out the belligerent bellowing of my coaches, the online journal project drifted into focus. Had I been in the presence of a computer, it would have been done then and there, but considering that I was stranded in the middle of Taylor Road's dusty excuse of a practice field, the image in my brain of the assignment sheet faded as I shifted my focus back to the Coach Mac's barking instruction.
When I arrived home, the glow of my laptop beckoned me into my room. As I sat down to face the sleek screen, the cliche angel and demon versions of myself appeared on each of my shoulders.
Angel: "Just one tiny journal entry, hit the books, and then off to dreamland where you can repair your mind and prepare for a new day!"
Devil: "Facebook."
Angel: "Besides, the sooner you complete the entry, the more time you have to better your mind and soul with knowledge. The calculus final is approaching, after all."
Devil: "Twitter."
Angel: "The journal project is 10% of your semester grade, and all you have to do is type three short paragraphs. On Sunday night, you will be free as a bird and happy knowing that the work is done."
Devil: "YouTube."
Seeing as the clock now reads 10:51 PM, 4/22/2012, who do you think I listened to?
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