It taunts me from afar, haunting the beast inside of me that yearns for perfection. As I zero my eyes in on it, I know that I will be plagued with annoyance, perplexed at how no one seems to notice this but me. I find myself shaking my leg, trying to think of anything other than the one thing I want so badly to fix. Although a trivial matter, I cannot keep my attention span from wavering between the assignment at hand and the one thing that fills my heart with indignation. Even I am amazed at the copious amounts of dread and anguish that fill me when a teacher doesn’t fully erase the board, leaving one mark to taunt me for the rest of the period.
