Musings, rantings, complaints, things that drive you nuts when you don't get them out of your head.  This is how they end up when they jump out of my system.
 
 

       The injustice of it all. Some people graduate without ever running into some sort of rut with their professors and they turn out to be the boring, average beings that they are.  The rest of us (teachers pets, the class clown, the nerd, the sosyal, and the annoying jerk that's a flint in everyones brains) have to suffer and fight to balance the unevened scales of judicial academe. (it looks good, I didn't say it was possible)

        There's nothing really wrong with instructions. They were there for a purpose: organization.  But if you start to lose major points because of not following (totally unreasonable to begin with!) intructions, then an essay is in order.  This is to  my fellow debater Dean, who lost a few points in Trig on the same day I lost a lot of points in Org Chem, and to all those other victims.

        Alas. I wrote this when I was a senior, so I can no longer remember what meteor inspired  me to write this. It was December though, and the following year Halley swung by.
 

        This is not what you think.  An essay I sold to a classmate for 100 pesos.  It is a rather hurried but still thought of reaction paper to Catcher In The Rye.