Adderall's Battlefield

Suddenly, my eyes twitch and I realize that the depressing walls of Adderall are about to come crashing down. Slamming my brain back down into my head, Adderall takes over my body and begins to meticulously take the notes with my right hand. The white ants are gone, as are the black ones, as I studiously move forward in the class room in order to get a better view of the notes. My professor drones on, unaware of the raging headache that his constant analysis

Homework is assigned as the class ends and the troops retreat back to a quick naptime in the barracks before another class time war. The next day, uniforms are lazily dusted off as the soldiers crawl out of their beds and prepare for yet another day of classes. However, the adderall has yet to kick in and once again the students are begin an imaginative, happy class time. Yet, there is only so much time before the small blue pill of Adderall, Tegretol, Concerta, or Ridalin, depending on the disadvantage of the solider, kicks in. And slowly the piece of chalk held in the professor’s hand is transformed into a gleaming silver gun, and another day fighting for your mind begins.

These wars are inescapable, and utterly impossible to win. Professors, armed with M-80s of analysis, machine guns of symbolism, and grenades of irony and metaphor can destroy an entire army of students with 2 words: POP QUIZ. And groans can be heard escaping from tired and hung over soldiers as the battlefield is quickly blanketed with sheets of paper and #2 pencils. The questions are asked and the violent scratch of pencils fills the room as the soldiers fire away answers and guesses. However, this battle happens to have been open book, and the quiz ends and it seems to have been merely a ground attack. We will not be defeated! An awkward exchange of papers occurs, strangely similar to

Some topics in this essay:
Flannery O’Connor, POP QUIZ, Ds Fs, Purple Heart, Concerta Ridalin, Adderall’s Battlefield, white ants, camouflage camouflage, english wartime,