Every time I finish a report or essay I bask in awe and disbelief. How? How could it be done? What is done? Finished? Nani?
I remember this one time where I had to write a 30 page science report every two weeks, that was true hell, but these 10 page double spaced essays that I'm writing feel just as bad.
After all, I don't stay up all night for the essays while the science reports would eradicate every last shred of life in me and I would need recovery time.
I remember this one time where I had to write a 30 page science report every two weeks, that was true hell, but these 10 page double spaced essays that I'm writing feel just as bad.