I am a general. A lone general engaging in a war that must be won by 5 o'clock.
Armies flank me on both sides. Armies of books with notes scrawled in them, lying open, pages down, holding the places I searched so painfully for.
My communications officer rests to my left. In the impending doom, I know I won't be receiving any calls. If I do, they will offer no respite.
Ahead lies the task.
"Organize! Create! Arrange! Edit!"
It will all be done by just over 6 hours from now. It has to be.
Oh patron saint of homework, be with me now.
And tell my family I love them.
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