Jonathan Davidashvilly, the Shmuck

It’s 6AM, I’m sitting still in my desk with less than half of my soul still in me, but a fully beating heart.

I just pulled an  all-nighter writing an essay for the second time because I didn’t learn from being a shmuck the first time.

My fingers typing relentlessly, motivated not by my ambitions of a good GPA, but by the terrifying thought of coming with an empty flash drive to Vecchio’s class.

How long does it take a shmuck to learn from his mistakes? Well, ya better not ask the shmuck.

I could have done that damn essay, studied for the music midterm and done this crap over the break. But Nah, I procrastinated…again

I should have listened to Ehtasham when he said to use every second wisley and that we are all clocks.

Sorry Ehtasham, I wish I was a clock, but instead, I’m a shmuck.