Nathan Key

Sophomoric Instincts

10/23/2008

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She warned us that if we waited until the last minute to work on our midterm papers we’d receive no better than a D. I should have taken her words to heart, but instead, I procrastinated until three days before it was due and wrote all night, handing it in half-drunk on lack of sleep. When the essay came back, graded, I dropped the class. It was the sloppiest thing I’d ever composed and the highest grade she’d ever given anyone. I couldn’t continue listening to her tell us not to drag our feet, when it apparently worked out fine.

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