Oh god, the homework is coming my way like the Langoliers. I've been winging it all year and now it's time to hit the books and try and scrape up enough intelligence to get by. The plagiarism helps but people will get wise, I fear. Maybe I'll write an essay on why you should never run like a ninja. Stooped. Hands behind back. That kind of thing. I tried it and nearly killed myself, and it's so inefficient and dangerous. You can't break a fall and our shoulders weren't designed for it.
But running! Isn't it glorious?