Coursework

I always paid attention or did attention pay me, furiously my hand jots down the notes struggling to keep pace. Temporarily I might of forgotten but deep inside I know. The topic of mine consumes me, it is me, its my every passing thought. The basis of my subject could never be taught. I strive to make sense, give an impartial analytical review but how can you not appear biased when for so long you've made the coursework you. Do I need to take a step back, separate the life so long entwined as one, all I no is before this work was set I was having so much fun. No... have pride and perseverance for this coursework is your last, no regrets for me when I look back upon my past. Time too hand the work into my dear teacher, Miss White...
The brutal truth is a mere B does not suffice, its an A and an A only in my coursework 'The topic of life'.