"There is something about the serenity of a blank page that is absolutely breathtaking." Thought Megan, as she stared down at her empty sheet of paper.
Words just weren't coming to her this evening. "And even if they did," she mused, "I could never write anything as lovely as this blank she of paper."
It was poetry. It was negative space. It was unbound potential. Her mind raced with the possibilities.
Mr. Mueller had asked for five hundred words on George Washington. She came to his class the next morning with the blank sheet of paper. It wasn't exactly an essay on George Washington, but it had the potential to be an essay on George Washington, so at least it was something.
"I should at least be congratulated for my creativity, and outside the box thinking." Thought Megan.
She was surprised to receive an F.
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