The next day was the weirdest thing in the world. It wasn't even the next day, well, it certainly didn't feel like it. I worked until I got into the car. And then I worked some more. I got to class at 9:10 and handed it in right away. So I was late, but at least it was done! Sort of. I didn't organize the resources section, but what does that matter? The essay was what counted the most.

I sat in first period watching a movie to sum up our unit. Boy was I sleepy. The bell rang and I left. In fact, after my second period spare, I didn't return. I was at home, asleep.

Guilt. That's what I felt. Why'd I leave it so late? It could have been presented much better. I could have edited it a couple more times. I should've paid more attention to the upcoming deadline.

Should've, could've, would've. I can't change a thing. Let's hope this doesn't happen again.