This is a last ditch effort. In my anxiety I have lost the way in this English class and, starting earlier and moving forward, will now be desperately marching on towards progress. Gods willing, I will be turning in many assignments come Wednesday, and will pray that Sir Thomas will grant mercy to my wayward and lethargic soul. Following this, I will work at my very hardest to complete the Expository Essay on the topic of Tabletop Roleplaying Games, I will conquer the Annotated Bibliography, and with great and righteous fury I will devastate the Douglass worksheet. Prayers for mercy will come swift and fervent, throwing myself, if I must, at the feet of my vicious god of an instructor, weeping for pity. I wish that this semester had been easier upon me, but, alas, 2014 has been a year of terrors and scorn in my suddenly chaotic life. I am pondering thusly my academic future, and praying that it will be a time of good news when this semester comes to its climactic end. With but scant few weeks to go and little time to devote to the completion, I am at the mercy of my own two hands, which I pray will remain idle no more. Prayer, however, is good only for self-appeasement, and to truly achieve I will have to work on my own terms, of my own volition. Out, then, shall go the devotion to the outside world. Out will go the frustrations and melancholies of the day. Out shall be all but my devotion to my studies, and study I shall. Shaking as I type this, I hope that the relatively small load of work I possess will be accepted. Tomorrow is another day, and Wednesday is a day further still. My work shall be long and arduous.