By Elizabeth White
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I stared in the mirror of the public bathroom. The telltale signs of dark circles and red eyes were characteristic of one more uni student, of one more night spent alone, in the computer room with another deadline to meet.
How I promised myself that this wouldn’t happen again. I will be better at getting things finished on time. I’ve been here countless times before.
The room is silent, taunting me, tempting me to succumb to the sleep that wishes to envelope me, but I must stay awake. I must meet the deadline.
My books are laid out all over the desk in front of me. I’m in the top left corner of the room away from the computers. Boredom overcomes me as I begin to count. 1…2… 14 computers in the room, all lined up orderly in four rows with a cushiony black swivel chair in front of each. 14… that’s fourteen more distractions… They are enticing me, tempting me to explore the world within, the world of adventures, stories, just waiting to be written.
The keyboard closest to me seems to be speaking to me, enticing me to begin, as my imagination begins to run wild. The vivid pictures flash before my eyes as I give in to it’s command. I am master of the keyboard, or wait, is it my master?
…The girl stares silently around the room; she wonders how she ended up where she was. When did all this begin? All she knew now was that this had gone too far; she had reached a point from which she could not return…
The beep of another swipe card and gentle click as the door swings open brings me back to reality. It is admitting another prisoner, another prisoner to overdue deadlines and overactive imaginations. With a sigh I push aside the keyboard, shutdown the computer and return to the far less exciting assessment piece before me.
Another night has gone. I am just one more uni student who has given in to the temptation of procrastination…
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