It’s 3 am and she sits staring at the computer screen. The topic is one she can’t seem to get excited about, but she knows it’s due and she really needs a good grade on this one. She also is a little bit of a perfectionist; the grade isn’t the only thing that matters, so do the professor’s comments on her papers. So, she continues to stare at the screen racking her brain for the words to fit. She remembers a piece of advice from one of her professor’s notes about just starting to put words on paper so she starts to type. She glances at the clock and its 4 am and she’s reading through what she’s written. In no way is this going to suffice. Thanks goodness delete is a lot less messy than an eraser is the only thought in her head at the moment. She takes a break and realizes that time is ticking away with no progress made. Okay she thinks, the pressure is on and this is when my best work is done. She types madly for the next 90 minutes, and then takes a few minutes to read it. She steps away from the computer, has a soda and a cigarette and the perfect ending pops into her head. She adds the ending, does an edit, and posts it to her blog. Just enough time left to take a quick shower and get ready for work. The only thought in her head as she drives to work is please, please, please let my professor find this acceptable.