It wasn’t even a couple of days ago I found out the writing was based on a time I learned a lesson, but I knew when we started, I was going to write at the speed of light. While the teacher gave an example of the essay and brainstormed ideas, I swam in the pool of my thoughts and attempted to finish the unbegun plot diagram. My pencil float on top of the paper ready to dance, yet I remain in my thoughts searching for an idea like a lost puppy looking for a home. Although time starts to run, I catch a glimpse of my existence