Time The clock ticks monotonously as I live my life. I am ever conscious of time, slipping by as I try ever harder to get everything done. Each morning I wake early, reluctantly, and rush to class. Each evening I rush to do homework, assignments, essays . . . And I never seem to get it all done. I stay up late, working to get an assignment done that is due the next day. I wake early the next day, exhausted, and stumble to class sleepy-eyed to hand in the assignment. And all day I think, "I just want to go to sleep," But that night, I stay up late doing another assignment. I wake up one morning, exhausted and sick, unable to move. As I lay there, I am conscious of the ticking clock, And all the time that is being wasted while I am in bed: I have so much to get done! But I will never get it done, for I die: I have wasted my time. Fall 1995