Take Time to Rant

I'm supposed to be reading The Iliad. But let's be honest, procrastination is my strongest attribute. I've thrived on it my entire life. My teachers take pride in my assignments. If only they knew that my greatest work is done at two in the morning, when my eyes ache from reading in the dark and my only comfort is the buzz of my iPod in my ears.

I once wrote an essay with a paragraph that consisted mainly of old All Time Low lyrics. Surprisingly enough they seemed to fit in perfectly with the rest of the meaningless quotes and analyses that I threw in there just to be finished. But being the good person that I am, I told my teacher that my cat ripped up the only printed copy I had and I needed to hand it in the next day.

My school's not really that big. Not that small either, but I used to get lost so much it became a regular excuse that just seemed natural to use. And sometimes I'd just sit in the hallway, listening intently to the music that was played as a sad excuse for a bell. The best selections came from Harry Potter movies; obviously our principal has good taste. And obviously I never hummed along so loudly that doors were shut just to block the noise out. I miss school.