Time. Time is contradictory; it can be as slow as molasses, or fly by in an instant. It can feel never ending, or forever fleeting. Something we feel so deeply about, yet change our opinion on daily. Currently I'd like nothing more, than to take a knife to time, and kill it. I'd like to watch it suffer, and wish for it's own punishment to end faster. My punishment, is sitting in Mr. Henry's office, counting each and every second that trudges by. All the while receiving yet another lesson on "self control and responsibility." This chair has seen more of me than any other students combined; so far this year, at least.