Loud music and cleaning supplies

Tonight after school I am coming home, having supper a quick nap and a hot date with some heavy metal. I want to clean my apartment. I want to sort through my clothes that no longer fit me. I want to scrub my bathtub. I am going to get rid of the ugly kitchen table and chairs.

Then I am going to light a bunch of candles curl up in my bed with some hot chocolate and read my English novel for the second time. Then I can get up tomorrow morning and write my essay. I enjoy reading, I enjoy writing. I have turned school into a chore and something I dread.

NO MORE!

I love school. I want to do this and I want to do well. I must quit stressing myself out. I know if I clean like a madwoman it will relax me. One month and I am finished my first year of university.