It’s Monday A.M. 11:00, to be exact. Guess where I want to be?
I want to jump right into that bed, cover my head with the quilt, then enjoy a large cup of coffee, and a big Belgian waffle. What’s that you say? I’m sounding demanding and frivolous? Oh, I know; I’m being silly. I’m just frustrated, that’s all. This essay sure isn’t writing itself, and I’m beginning to doubt my ability to write a coherent paper in a timely manner without the urge to plummet my face into my hands and scream expletives. [It seems I haven’t lost my ability to exaggerate…]
This essay is beginning to look a lot like an article in The New York Post (read: bad… bad puns that have no place in an academic paper, awkward phrasings, allusions to celebrity affairs. Okay, not the latter). It’s filled with waffling + verbosity. I must press the backspace button repeatedly if I’m to save this paper.
What do you do when you’re STUCK… besides crawl in bed and eat waffles? [That’s rarely a feasible option.] Whether it’s a work assignment, an essay, a relationship, whatever. Stuck is where I find myself with this essay on education. lv, molly