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Here I am, at an ungodly hour, earphones plugged and fingers on the keyboard, when I should dreaming sweet dreams and curling myself into a lump of shrimp-like blanket on the bed now.

My fleeting thoughts have been betraying me these days; I can't recall what this post was supposed to be about, although the idea occurred to me just over a minute ago. I have one essay and two (or maybe three) applications due next week, one mid-term tomorrow (which I have LITERALLY not started studying for) and assignments piling up into a mountain. I used to be this good girl who would clear her mountainous pile of homework whenever it becomes unbearable, and it IS becoming unbearably high now.

I am quite ashamed of myself and how I copy my assignments from the Internet (only making meager effort to change certain parts and add my own ideas). I believe in handing up a work worth my name on it, but these assignments are just so unnecessary and foolish that I can't bring myself to spend a few hours on it when I could have spent the time reading my books instead (of which I'm neglecting these days). Some classes taking so much of our time, yet all we take home from these classes are bits and pieces of conversations with our classmates (read: Why do we have to spend two hours re-learning grammar, paragraphing and thesis statements? Not trying to brag, but surely a 117 from TOEFL justifies my frustration with the English class?). Then again, who am I to judge whether a class, or an assignment, for that matter, is worth my time and effort?

Teach me something I don't already know; give me REAL homework, not mere pieces of papers taken from some revision book. I miss struggling with Additional Mathematics.