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Staring dully at the white screen in front of him, Darren Leggett’s eyes begin to blur at the painful contrast of the black letters and white screen.
He really shouldn’t have left his assignment to the night before, but despite telling himself not to do it time and time again, Darren still finds himself awake at 3:32 in the morning.
The level of procrastination is likely a result of knowing that even when he does leave it to the last minute, he can still scrape by with a reasonably good mark.
It’s likely that if he did put in a little more effort he’d be at the top of the class, but his commitment to scoring 7’s reportedly quickly waned after one semester when he realised that future employers don’t even check for proof of a degree, let alone give a shit about grades.
However, Darren’s cockiness has since bit him in the ass as this week’s assignment is a lot more difficult than he thought. The group project, a marketing strategy presentation, looked simple enough at first glance but now that he’s seen what everyone else is doing, Darren realises he’s in the shit.
Opening up the Youtube tab playing ‘Lo-fi hip hop beats to study to’ Darren stares transfixed at the anime girl writing in her notebook for a solid ten minutes before returning to his Google Docs.
As he ponders just copying and pasting something off the internet and rearranging the sentences with some new synonyms, Darren notices that an ‘anonymous llama’ has joined him for his late-night session.
Smiling to himself as he flexes his best bullshit skills, Darren feels a little better knowing he’s not the only one letting the entire group down.
More to come.
