Sarah. 5:40 PM. Twenty minutes until orchestra. Here's the beginning of my fourth paragraph of the Beowulf/Achilles/ballad essay I have not yet finished.

'To put it shortly, the purpose of these poems would be to simply retell the story of a hero who overcomes conflicts regardless of character defects... their own personal Achilles heel, as they say. However, they all go one step further by…I DUNNO! YOU TELL ME, MR BROWN! DANGIT. '

The last, friendly capitalized part came after staring at the sentence for five minutes, realizing I had no idea how it goes one step further, as well as the fact that I practically made an Achilles heel pun. Oh man, this is as low as it gets.

I am running out of time. x_X