The evolution and practice of Milton's epic theory Book

Oh, America Past and Present, my old frenemy. I remember all those nights I spent with you: stressing and worrying and waking up with highlighter on my face. I remember waking up after three hours of sleep feeling gross because I hadn't showered the night before and red eyes because I slept in my contacts. Sometimes I liked you when I went to study group and we quizzed each other over coffee. You were even useful when I wanted to kill the fly on my ceiling.

Still, I am glad to be done with you. I actually sleep at night now without a crank in my neck from sleeping on a textbook. I shower every day, and I have free time on the weekends. I don't have to freak out over anything AP, just getting into college (which I have already). Overall, I don't miss you, America Past and Present. I don't think anyone ever misses you. I do wish I could get someone to buy you off me though. That would be nice.