I picked this article topic because I thought it would take the least amount of time and effort. 

And yet, here I am, a few hours to the deadline, with a page almost as empty as the list of tasks that I have actually accomplished this weekend.

In this rough draft document, there is a page where I have typed the following:

d;jkafsdafsjkldsfkjl;fdsjkldfsa;jklsdfajsadf;jklfsd;jkladsfjkl;dsafj;kafsdlsdfajkladfsj;dkldfjk;ldfaj;lkdafsj;kdsfljk;fdsjl;kdfaj;ldfasjlkdfasjk;ldfsjkfdsj;lfadsjkldfasjkl;fdasjl;kdfajkldfajl;dfasjl;kdfasjldfasjkl;dfasjk;ldfsajl;kdfsajdsfajl;adfsj;klfdsajkl;

I think I left something on the keyboard. But for the sake of the point I’m trying to make, let’s pretend I typed it out in a frenzied, burnt out rage.  

Because I have senioritis.

It would be excellent to just end here and frame the brief nature of this piece as a representation of the energy that the typical high schooler has left after three years. But that would only be 138 words, and I would like to give the illusion of motivation, so I suppose I’ll try to make a more profound point. Maybe I’ll add a space between each fasjkl; and dfasjk; in my little space-waster up there. 

D;jkafsdafsjkldsfkjl;fdsjkldfsa; jklsdfajsadf; jklfsd; jkladsfjkl; dsafj; kafsdlsdfajkladfsj; dkldfjk ;ldfaj ;lkdafsj ;kdsfljk; fdsjl ;kdfaj; ldfasjlkdfasjk; ldfsjkfdsj; lfadsjkldfasjkl; fdasjl; kdfajkldfajl; dfasjl; kdfasjldfasjkl; dfasjk; ldfsajl; kdfsajdsfajl; adfsj; klfdsajkl;

There we go. It’ll be our little secret. 

It falls from the heights and slogs of 11th grade…

…and it comes for all of us, in the end.