Sitting in my bedroom, wearing my oversized flannel with leggings and intense hiking socks (I don't even hike) I am faced with one of the most monumental decisions yet. Headphones in, iPad sitting in my lap on the lock screen, chamomile tea in my favorite mug, a Game of Thrones mug I sketchily bought on Amazon, my inner battle continues. A cool fall breeze is entering my room through my open window I'm too lazy to shut. As nothing is playing on the iPad I can hear my brother typing away on his laptop finishing a lab that's due tomorrow. I look to my right and see my assignment notebook open, "Common app; English outline; Spanish outline; Math bookwork; Science test Wednesday". I also catch a glimpse of my count of school days next to the date. We are on day 34, about two months in. I'm out in May, graduating in June and by this time next year I'll be in college. Finally. I'm out of Woburn, I will have made it. I look around my room, my laptop's too far away, common app is ruled out along with Spanish. My math book's nowhere to be seen and my Anatomy test is three days away, I'd hate to start studying too early.
My attention returns to the lovely iPad in my lap: full of battery, full of promise and full of apps. Netflix included. This is my vice. In that third row, second column. Nearly any show I will ever need is one click away.
Mad Men, Marco Polo, The Fall, The Walking Dead, The X-Files, Sense 8. Any of them. All of them. The hours of homework I know I have are now suddenly inconsequential. Has the dreaded "senior slide" already taking me? Does such a cliche truly have its grasp on me? I used to love school yet here I am now navigating my way through Netflix. I know it better than the back of my own hand. As the intro plays, my assignment notebook is closed and returned to my backpack and my guilt has diminished.
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