procrastinator, whispering into my ear that I still have a month left to do homework, and that the weather is so nice today. So here I am, three weeks from the start of school, buried under a pile of notes, notecards, and a paper. The notecards, I am happy to report, are finished and neatly organized into their rightful spots in my backpack. The notes themselves were only halfway done before I realized that I desperately needed a change of scenery, but now they are finished as well. So now I am forcing myself…
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