Did you see how much outside information we need?” He obviously wasn’t aware of the tetris game on my screen. All I knew was I was writing three pages of something about the Constitution.
The next Sunday was when I started working. The computer screen stared back into my soul as I began to read directions about the assignment. It seemed like a decent amount of research was needed, so I opened a new tab to see my best friend, Google. Each click of the mouse seemed to make a different noise, some loud, some soft, some high pitched, some a hollow noise. I scrolled through each unappealing page, and it felt like I was staring into the sun. I could not stand to look at this paper for another minute, but I still had a long way to go.
After two hours and fifteen minutes of torture, also known as research, I was finally ready to begin writing this paper. My fingers began to clack against the cool, old keyboard. Word by word, I began to piece together an introduction paragraph. Words popped onto the screen like lightning. Then, I had to write my thesis. Thesis, the single toughest part of an essay, or so I thought. The foundation of the massive amount of work I needed to complete. So simple to explain, but it’s so complex to think