I’m avoiding something. I don’t want to write my paper. The paper. The only thing standing between me and my much-anticipated degree from the University of Utah. I’ve had all semester. It’s due Wednesday. I hate the paper. I told Ryan that for the first time in my entire education, I’d consider a dishonest approach to completing this. I said I’d give anything to know a geek-for-hire to write the paper for me. Then, I told Ryan I’d give him three hundred dollars to write it.
“What, you think I’m a geek?” he asked.
“Geeks are sexy.” I said.
He refused and said something about how I should do the paper myself because it’s the right thing to do and I might actually learn something. Cha. Whatever.
Not long after this discussion, I saw a large outdoor Christmas tree. It was easily 20 feet tall and fully lit. Not the DNA strand lighting, but lights on every branch into the very center of the tree. Top to bottom and back up to the top again. The thought of lighting it gave me severe heartburn.
“I’d rather write my paper than light that Christmas tree,” I said as we walked by it.
“Good approach.” he said.
So, last night I spent a few hours on the paper researching the topic and gathering my info. This morning, I’m trying to work up the gumption to get started again. I’m trying to think about the Christmas tree, but I guess the memory is fading.
So, I’m asking for your help, readers. Please remind me of all the things (besides death and exterior lighting) that are more miserable than writing a lengthy research paper!
Thanks, in advance.