I can’t believe I have to write an essay about roses for university. That’s just such a specific topic. I don’t know how I’m possibly going to write three hundred words on it. I know that doesn’t seem like much, but it’s not like I’m doing a writing course. I’m just studying botany. I can write an essay about flowers all day long, but one specifically about roses? The professor is crazy if he thinks I can do that.
What makes things worse is that I’m the only person in the class who has to write an essay about roses. Others got cooler flowers, like lilies or tulips, while I’m stuck with the most cliche flower out there. We drew the flowers out of a hat, and I knew I was in for a bad time as soon as my hand touched the thorns. That’s right. My sadistic professor made me put my hand in a hat with thorned roses. He’s insane!
Now I have to find a way to write several paragraphs about roses. It’s just a shame it has to be an essay, otherwise, I’d write about the time that I saw climbing roses for sale. Nothing interesting happened, but at least it is a real event I could write about.
I’m aware that there are a lot of different types of roses, but I still can’t see it justifying a whole three-hundred-word essay. People tell me three hundred words isn’t a lot, and that I could just write about the difference between standard roses and David Austin roses, but it’s a lot bigger than it seems. It will take me hours to write that many words. Who do they think I am, anyway? Barron Sandman? He might be able to write two fantasy novels a year, but I write more like James RR Martian.
Maybe I’ll be able to get this essay done before the Gales of Winter comes out, but I seriously doubt it.