I'll Do it Tomorrow
Kennedy Monroe
Erin McGovern
He laid in bed, hands behind his head. His eyes scoped the smooth, white ceilings, trying to memorize the marks.
He’d been doing this for 10 minutes, knowing that he had to finish his loads of homework before he went out.
He got up. He completed his first assignment and then immediately checked his phone.
“We’re going to Brick tonight. Be ready by 10,” he read.
He’d been wanting to hang out with this new group of friends, and now they’d finally asked him to join them.
At 8:45 p.m., he still had to finish his physics homework and write one more paper.
Fifteen minutes later, he was stumped on the last two questions of his homework. He was antsy; he only had an hour to get to his friend’s dorm, and it was a 15 minute walk to Hepburn Hall.
Ten minutes later, he figured out both of the questions and was onto his two-page paper that was due the next morning. It was worth 30 points, and he’d gotten a C on his last quiz.
At 9:45 p.m., he only had two paragraphs left.
“I’ll just wake up early to finish it,” he thought, pulling his shoes on to head to Hepburn.
As soon as his friend opened the door to his room, he smelled a mix of vapes and alcohol.
He was greeted by five students, who slurred their words and held up bottles to celebrate his arrival. He tried to hide his discomfort as they walked out of the dorm.
They entered Brick Street Bar, hundreds of sweaty bodies dancing to the popular music amid endless make-out sessions.
“You have to take this shot with me, man,” his friend said. He obliged.
Three hours and six shots later, he stumbled as he left his safe ride back to his dorm room.
He slept until noon.
He received a D for late credit and an “incomplete” on his paper.
