When the alarm goes off, I shift lazily in bed. Not turning it off, just existing. I know it’s about to begin. The downward spiral of my life. The beginning of the end. The last hurrah before I die.

It all starts out well when I first awake. I shower, I dress, and then I laze around before I have to leave. But then, I remember right as I’m out the door: I didn’t do my homework. Fuuuuuuu……..The drive to school is a long and awful road with nothing but regret and self-hatred.

I arrive at the school before seven, as always. I have time to do my work. I think about doing my work. Instead of actually getting it done thought, I go sit around and scream my regrets at my friends. Truly a stupendous occasion. But then I arrive at my class. With no homework. I cry silently on the inside. Deeply.

This feeling of absolute resentment I feel is the worst. The “Oh S***” feeling just doesn’t go away. It will never go away. EVER. Everyone else in the class has their homework. Even if they’d never brought it before, they did on the day I don’t have mine! I hate them all. Then they stare. The whole class looks down upon you when you’re the only one with no homework. Stop looking at me please and thank you. Ugh.

Then we go into the whole late work thing. Once you get into the habit of not doing the work, like moi, you have more work to do than you did before!  Why did I not just do it in the first place? Because I’m a lowlife with no hope of survival. I regret many life choices in school.

If I make it through my senior year, I will cry. How in Davey Jones Locker am I going to pass if I never do my work? The world may never know.