This scene is dead.

Have I really been reduced to only writing scholarship essays and physics equations?

Yes, I think I have.

I wish I could just enjoy my senior year. Yes, I realize that I can make this decision, but at the same time, I should be getting scholarships. I should be practicing my ass off for forensics so I can get to state and nationals (which, frankly, after analyzing our district with Jerome and Sam, shouldn't be that difficult, but cockiness only hurts). But what I really want to do is just sit back, read a good book, write a pointless story, go spend too much money on clothes I don't need but really want, watch a movie...just do things on a whim, you know?

Yeah.

But I am a masochist, and an abnegist (which I think I made up; it's derived from "abnegation"), and a killjoy. So here I am, thinking about what I still have to do this week to make sure I a) stay on top of my physics homework and b) double break this weekend. Ugh.

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If you were given the opportunity to destroy one thing, what would it be?