Again…

OK, so I had "writers block" again at school, so this is what I wrote.

Attempt 1:

I don’t know what I’m supposed to write at the moment. I THINK I’m supposed to compare and contrast my first two paragraphs, but I’m not really sure how to do that. Isn’t that fun!? Yeah, no. My teacher is right behind me and she thinks I’m typing my paper...I think. Anyway, I don’t know. Let’s see...how shall I compare and contrast two paragraphs that are exactly the same, while trying not to be completely tedious? I don’t know either. I went home yesterday, and now I have a stomach ache, it’s achy. Mmm...Hmm well. I don’t know.

Attempt 2:

This is what I’m typing. I am typing random babble. This is my feeble attempt in pushing useful words out. My feeble attempt is useless, of course. My muscles are all very sore for some reason, and they get tired VERY quickly. It’s quite annoying. I have to stop typing after every sentence ’cause my arms are sore. I think it might have something to do with yesterday, but I’m not sure. This is my second failed attempt at typing, and I’ll soon have a third. Hello, my name is Ava. Hello, my name is Ava. GERSH. It always says my name is spelled wrong on spell check. Haha, I confused Lisa by switching documents! Switch swatches in the sewing room! WOW! I just came up with a tongue tie! Switch swatches in the sewing room. Switch swatches in the sewing room. Lisa likes to repeat all the stories she tells about 40 times, it’s funny. GERSH! I keep messing up when I try to type.

Attempt 3:

Learn. The meaning of learn is mystical, but I still like the definition. How shall I put this...learning is like chasing flies. You never actually catch them unless you kill them. What does that have to do with learning? Well, I really have no idea, I also really have no idea what the purpose of learning is. Lisa is silly, she is copying every word I write, but not really. She’s kinda just paraphrasing, though, she spelled it wrong. Now she’s giggling at something. CHUCKLE! Haha, Car likes his two front teeth. I just kinda punched Lisa in the arm. EHHHH, I WAS GONNA SAY SOMETHING! My leg itches. OH! I remember! I HATE THIS COMPUTER! Lisa is such a weird weirdo.

And with attempt 4 I finally started to get somewhere:

Free writing on a third topic

Assignment I don’t like V assignment I like.

OR, possibly nope, never mind.

FOCUS! OK, OK, I shall write.

With students dabbling all around me, showing little interest in the current assignment, I find it very hard to concentrate. I switch ideas over and over again in my head, none of them satisfying my


Yep, that's all I could come up with. Couldn't come up with that last word, that's how sucky a class is to write in. I NEED MY MUSIC!