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Two and a half hours of sleep later...
I finished the goddamn term paper. All eight and one quarter pages of it.
And when I got to AP English, strung out on two and a half hours of sleep and hunger...
The fracking thing's due date was pushed to the end of the week.
I didn't cry.
I started laughing. It was just giggles at the irony at first, and then the more I laughed, the funnier it got, and the more I couldn't stop, until I was splayed on my desk half-hysterical with mirth, while my class stared at me and my teacher asked, with great concern, if I was feeling okay.
And then I stopped laughing and realized how insane I must have looked.
It was really scary.
...And then I found out I did it wrong anyway. So. Great self-loathing.
And when I got to AP English, strung out on two and a half hours of sleep and hunger...
The fracking thing's due date was pushed to the end of the week.
I didn't cry.
I started laughing. It was just giggles at the irony at first, and then the more I laughed, the funnier it got, and the more I couldn't stop, until I was splayed on my desk half-hysterical with mirth, while my class stared at me and my teacher asked, with great concern, if I was feeling okay.
And then I stopped laughing and realized how insane I must have looked.
It was really scary.
...And then I found out I did it wrong anyway. So. Great self-loathing.