Assignments Never Go Away

She wanted to return to the music, the singing, the crazy, be-it-herself relaxer, tension-reliever, whatever. Writing orals were not her thing and certainly not saying them aloud. But that was life and you had to do things that you didn't always want to do, like writing an assignment, like speaking in front of a class. She had no doubt it would all go just fine, it was just the lead up to it that was the worse. Finishing things up and polishing it off. But when it was over, it would be god. When it was over, it'd be great. When it was over, she had her mini-holiday. A week to wind down and catch u, ready to prepare herself for the final three weeks. Then maybe, she could think of something else.

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Attention Dwindling

Already the first lecture back and she was writing, and not taking note. A daily, a distraction, just as the people in front were eating chips and wedges, distracted themselves. In fact, how many people pay that much attention int he first class anyway, introducing you to the subject? Focus. She wanted to continue passing, yes? Of course. "Explain what it is you're doing" Not paying attention. Oops, I mean, paying heaps of attention. Alliteration, critics and formal ... er, something. She forced her pen away from the page and her eyes back up to the power point slides. Even though the person beside her was drawing and the person front left was sleeping. That was okay, she'd pass.

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