Writing Trying to write what I hope to be the last paper I'll ever have to write for a grade. So instead of focusing on how dreadful this is I'm focusing on the iciness of my water. How the condensation drips down the side of the glass so slowly and how when I put the glass up to my lips the cold inside rushes onto my face and how if it were up to me I'd freeze time in one of these cold little ice cubes.
