Furiously tapping her pencil away on the top of her desk, bouncing her leg, checking the clock every thirty seconds…Lucretia was bored as ever in her second period class. After being accepted into UW, she just could not find the motivation to work diligently anymore. Day in and day out of the first three years of high school, she had been applying her brainpower to her assignments. Now, however, what’s the point? She’s already been accepted, and it seems highly unlikely that they would spit her out of their system if her grades were not perfect A’s as usual. Succumbing to the oh so sweet laziness factor, Lucretia ceased to turn in assignments, stopped tuning her ears onto the teacher’s voice during lectures, failed to turn in several class assignments, etc., the typical senior-itus thing. Third quarter grades were going out now. She stretched lazily just as a lounging cat would do on a hot summer day. With her mind paying more attention to the brownish specks on the carpet floor, Lucretia waited patiently as her teacher handed her the report card. Uh-oh. Three Cs, two Bs, and an A in her PE class. What are her parents going to do? To her? Then, an idea struck her. She dashed home, ran to the mailbox, and quickly grabbed the letters sitting within. She furiously shuffled through the envelopes, until she found what she wanted. Then, making her way to the door of her house, weaved her way around the furniture in her living room, and turned on the fireplace. With a toss she set aflame the quarter grade report card. Ah, yes. Mission complete. Maybe she’ll make up for it during the second quarter of the semester?