Homework. I write, and
write, and write, until my hand
cramps. I shake it out in a
frustrated spasm. Every
muscle that I can no longer move
increases the liklihood of an A... right?
potential, n. - what every high school student wastes.
I thought today, in a spurt of hard work, that I might like to become a machine, so that I may excel in everything I do without worrying about silly things such as emotions and psychology getting in the way. But it doesn't work that way, it never will, and unfortunately there are millions of other people so much smarter than me... and there are millions of people who would be upset with a class rank of 12th. Fortunately for me, I'm just a machine, or striving to become one.