Picturesque

Chappie Two.

University Application.

"A picture is worth a thousand words."

- Napoleon Bonaparte, who surprisingly made a good point, even though he killed a bunch of people.

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Essette, Cynthia Essette.

2.00 a.m. , Monday, 8 September.

Dead.

That's all I could think of.

Now, before you think I had been decapitated and eaten by a stray baboon, it's not someone that I think is dead, its more of a something; my brain, metaphorically speaking. I've been told to write this incredulous 4000-word extended essay to apply to universities. That's right, I'm a homeschooled senior whose awake at ungodly hours to finish this essay due tomorr-- actually today, and I've barely written a paragraph. Once again, I shall deem myself pathetic.

"THIS IS STUPID." I mentally shrieked in fear of waking up my other family members. I'm stuck in this position because I've been thinking about those deep and sentimental shit like "What life has in future for me." or "If I will find true love someday.", and something else I'd rather not talk about. It's ironic how I'm thinking what life has in store for me when I can't physically bring myself to complete this ridiculous essay I need to finish to actually have a future, but I suppose applying for 4 years of extra hell (a.k.a school) for a piece of paper (a.k.a a college degree) comes first.

I really don't see how a simple piece of paper will get me a well-paying job, I mean, Bill Gates and Steve Jobs didn't need that stupid piece of paper to be rich inventional billionaires right? Well they do have their super ingenious and inventive brains but aside from that they don't need any college degree to be successful humans.

I know what you're thinking, "What's the other thing Cynthia was thinking of?". (Well, you're probably not but I'm going to tell you anyways.) I was thinking about pancakes, pancakes, bacon, eggs, and missed opportunities, but mostly food. By now, you must have an idea what I'm thinking about, given that you read the last chapter. My mind is plagued with tha biggest "What If" I've had in 2 days, which is the classic "What if I had taken that opportunity and be outgoing and extroverted for a change?".

I put a lot of thought into it, (as you can see as I am awake at two in the morning pondering emotional and life-changing enigmas.) and I noticed the birds chirping outside, jerking me back to reality. I quickly focused back on my essay, only to repeat this cycle over again.

I lean back on my chair, squeezing my already blotchy face feeling frustrated and stressed for this essay and my mind-wrecking thoughts. I then made my mind up to finish this incredibly long essay, spending the next 5 hours trying really hard to complete it.

Life sucks.

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AUTHORS NOTE.

SORRY FOR THIS CRAPPY CHAPTER THIS IS BASICALLY A CHAPTER FOR DESCRIBING THE STRUGGLES FOR A SENIOR WHEN IT COMES TO UNIVERSITY APPLYING YOU CAN SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT TO.