We were assigned a five-paragraph essay yesterday, due today, and I've barely started it. All I've accomplished is one dreadfully depressing piece of prose sure to dampen anyone's day:
Time at school is, for me, a seemingly-endless expanse of featureless land so enshrouded in absolute blackness that one’s hand can’t be seen before his eyes. Weekends provide merely a flickering wisp of firelight barely capable of illuminating the ground around its base, although Winter, Spring and Summer breaks are akin to stepping out from the murky darkness into glorious daylight… for a time, after which time's downward spiral begins its march again.
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