I was sick for five days. In those five days, five mountains of work piled up.
English 9 assignments to correct.
45 Speech events to get rehearsed in five days.
Writing Curriculum work to do.
I don't wanna write. I don't have time.
Too much to do. Too little time.
But write I will, even with no time to think, because it's Tuesday and I must. It's part of me now. In one short year, writing has become an even more important part of my life than it had been before. And because I took the time to write why I don't wanna (thanks, Ruth), I now have a plan of attack.
Later, Gator. Must tackle the list!