As I sat at my stiff, cold desk, debating what on Earth I could write about, I was distracted by all the activity taking place around me. Some students were hard at work, while others used the work time for their personal social hour. Earbuds rested in writers’ ears, while others remained music-less and empty. I desperately wished I had earbuds of my own so that music could fill my head rather than the empty thoughts about what to write.  My chair began to dig into my back as the minutes of precious work time ticked by. My word document remained scarce of words, holding only my formatted heading. Name, teacher’s name, class, date. I was never going to get my paper done.
As I looked up past the top of my computer, I noticed a large, dull picture leaning up against the wall and resting on a shelf. An island was pictured in the distance with a light house centered atop the island. The picture included a large word centered at the bottom, “VISION.” I continued to stare at the picture and wondered to myself, where is this mysterious island? What does this image mean? How does it have any correlation to do with vision? Does anyone visit the light house? As these questions swarmed my brain, I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. My eyes glanced back down to my almost blank document; ten minutes had already passed, wasted away because of that ridiculous and meaningless picture. I was beginning to lose hope on getting  any work done in Composition class today.
I sat for a few more minutes, trying to stir up ideas of what to write about. My attention was then turned to the pod of four classmates sitting just beyond my own pod. The boy sitting with his back to me was playing with a large red exercise ball. I was mesmerized watching him roll and bounce the ball to the side of him. I wished I had my own exercise ball to play with. The other boys included in the pod were continuing their conversation about the papers they were writing. They were debating a topic; however, I could not  quite hear what they were talking about because of the pod of girls to my left. They were loudly speaking regardless of being only a few feet away. Their conversation was interrupted by my friends sitting around me at my pod. My friends began to sing along to the ad that had just come on the Pandora station  that was playing. The ad was a ridiculous song about a stain on a white shirt, it was advertising Tide to go. Following their singing, the room erupted with voices. My teacher put a stop to the chatter by explaining it was okay to talk however, we should not  get out of control with our volume. Little did she know, my thoughts inside my head were  getting out of control.
A yawn escaped my mouth as I looked around in desperate hope for ideas to write about. The clock catches my eye, there is only twenty minutes left in class. How could I have wasted forty minutes without even having a title on my word document. The clock numbers intrigue me, more so the clock itself. Who started the clock? How did it come to be? How do we know that it is the correct time? The more my eyes gaze upon the clock, the more time I waste. As I ponder these questions flowing through my head, I remember my main concern-my paper. . My fingers reapplied themselves to the keyboard, they began to type “I do not know what to write about” That is when the idea came to me like a paper clip to a magnet, I will write about not knowing what to write about!