Last night, I wrote a six page paper about Omega, the 24-hour diner than my friends and I love. But that paper was crap. Absolute crap. So today, I went to talk to my teacher, who graciously offered me a second chance at a written masterpiece. I came straight home after school and started pounding out a personal essay. It's about me and Carrie Bradshaw. And now, seven hours later, I'm just about finished with my polished draft. Whew. Seven hours; seven pages. That makes 13 pages of writing in a mere 48 hours.