Somewhere over the horizon is a sweet place of rest. I’m not referring to an afterlife found in religion; I’m talking about a student’s life. That group of people who get caught up by papers, and the eternal struggle with procrastination. Somewhere past the horizon a better place exists, where every grade is perfect, and everything is done on time. All-nighters sound like a foreign thing, and sunny days are spent outside. Yes, there is a place where students buckle down immediately, and save free time for warmer days. Now if only I could make it past the horizon.
99 words (I got 99 problems, and procrastination is one.)