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Burnt Out

Hanah Cooper

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It’s the end of the school year, and I had big plans to write a hilarious article about how teenagers act like old people. I came up with this article topic on Monday when it was assigned, wrote about 130 words, and by the time I came back to it Tuesday, I had completely forgotten where I was going with the topic. For the next two days, I was begging for everyone to help me. I asked my friends in my Journalism class, I asked a dude in my Physics class, and I even asked my boyfriend who wouldn’t write a 100 word essay unless he was held at gunpoint. So here I am, stuck in a rut with no inspiration and no article to turn in tomorrow. I looked to my best friend moments ago just after trying to get my teacher to help me (she wasn’t very helpful), and groaned, “I just can’t do it. I don’t have a topic and every option Mrs. Keen gave me is boring.” My friend replied with a cheerful, “Write about me. I’m tons of fun.” I finally agreed and faced the computer once again. This is how I ended up where I am now, writing this sad, desperate article. My friend still thinks this is about her. She’ll be disappointed when she reads it. It doesn’t really matter a lot right now though. The only goal here is to convince my teacher this is some sort of comedic article and accept it anyway. So, dear reader, if you are indeed reading this, then know that I did succeed and if you’re ever in this same kind of hole, just know that there is always hope. Fake it till you make it, my dudes.

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Burnt Out