So, I spent Saturday afternoon at the library, avoiding work on the essay I turned in last night.

It’s all the library’s fault really. They had Wi-Fi. For free! It’s a recent addition, since when I was there last month they didn’t have it. So, I spent the afternoon surfing the internet on my laptop, instead of actually doing research.

I had claimed a table for myself, and spread all my crap all over the place. It was interesting, because at the next table a high school male was working on his research for the Civil War. It really made me feel bad, because I didn’t have a single library book around me, while his table was littered with them. He was filling out note cards willy-nilly, and while I did sketch out an outline of my paper when I first sat down, seeing his note cards made me really want some of my own.

At the table in front of me, there was an elderly gentleman, who—I’m not kidding—looked like Mark Twain. He had the longer gray hair, the bushy mustache, and the requisite white suit. Come to think of it, he looked remarkably like Colonel Sanders, as well. He was working on some documents, filling them out and such, so I don’t think he notices me looking at him too much.

The library is always filled with interesting people. For example, there was the boy using the computers, who had his mum looking over his shoulder the entire time. Research-Boy had his mum helping him as well. There was the elderly couple looking up things and ignoring each other the entire time. And the kids trying to find books in the adult section.

I do enjoy the library, and don’t get to go there nearly often enough.

Oh, and checking my email Sunday night revealed a multitude of of classmates doing the same essay I am, and needing responses to their questions. What I thought was funny was that they waited until Friday night to send them out, they only included two questions, and they copied them off the prompt. I had at least two emails where the content was exactly the same. I didn’t answer them because:

1. The waited till the last minute, and I checked my email at 11pm Sunday night. The paper was supposed to be due by midnight, but my teacher gave us a few extra days. Good thing I didn’t know that ahead of time, or I wouldn’t have done my paper when I did.
2. They should have come up with their own questions. It’s lame using the ones you’re supposed to answer with the prompt. My questions were lame, too, I know. But, I made them up my self.
3. I’m doing the same prompt. I’m not helping out other people when I’m writing the same paper, and I want an A. Yeah. I’m mean like that.

So, yeah, I spent last night writing the paper, and it’s not due until Tuesday now. Now I have two more days to stress over how bad it is, even though I don’t care, and will still get a really good grade no matter how badly I do. But I hate stressing about it.

—”Crooked Teath,” Plans: Death Cab For Cutie

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