Thursday, August 17
It's 10:45 p.m. right now. I'm sitting at my desk, staring at the giant, intimidating stack of The Odyssey notes that I was supposed to have read and analyzed by tomorrow. And by tomorrow, I mean in a few hours, because I have to turn in my assignment before 3rd period. I still haven't even started.
I knew this was going to happen. I told myself I'd start it earlier this week. But instead, I did what any sane person would do and ignored it until it was practically breathing down my neck. And now here we are. I feel like a character in The Odyssey—except instead of sailing around the Mediterranean, I'm stuck in the land of procrastination, with no hero's journey in sight. The only monsters I'm battling are fear of failure and terrible life choices.
To make matters worse, I have no idea where to start. The entire first page of my notes is just random scribbles that don't make any sense. Something about Odysseus being "crafty" and "strong," and some god named Athena who apparently loves him? I don't even know if that's right. What if I write about how Odysseus was "really good at yelling at people" or how "he spent ten years at sea because he took the wrong turn on a GPS"? I'd probably get an F just for the sheer nonsense of it.
I keep telling myself that I can do this. It's just one assignment. But it feels like this paper is the real Odyssey—full of trials, temptations, and an endless sea of what am I doing with my life.
Tomorrow's going to be rough. If I somehow manage to pull this off, I'll call it the greatest survival story ever told. If not? Well, I'll see if Dreadmore will let me sail away on a magical ship to escape the embarrassment.
Time to start typing. Or, you know, maybe I'll just go check if I can find a meme to inspire me first.
YOU ARE READING
The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max
HumorDiary style book of a 14 year old boy called Max starting his first year of high school
