Post by Ellen Banks on Jul 21, 2014 18:07:27 GMT -6
Say what you will about The Banks but they had a wonderful habit of turning a disadvantage into a positive. Necessity is mother of invention after all. The #Banks had their fair share of lows over the years but what separated The Banks from most people is how quickly they seemed to put all of this behind them. They would rather die then moan or cry about it. They learned from their mistakes tried to get past them and even use these flaws to help get them ahead. It was how they viewed life. You needed to adapt to your surroundings or perish. The law of evolution. The strong always adapted and the weak perished.
Ellen was showing a great example of this right now sitting at her desk with only the faint orange glow of her lamp keeping her company and she continued to work, her pen lightly scratching against the piece of paper. She took a break momentarily and gazed at her wrist watch. 3.25 in the moaning. No person should be aware what the world looks like at such a time. But Ellen was on quite familiar teams with it. Indeed. Even with the help of the little blue pills that were hidden nicely in her draw, she was suffering from quite vivid nightmares that made Ellen terrified to go to sleep. At best she could managed about 20 minutes before she woke up in a cold sweat. It was an exercise in futility.
If she was going to be awake all night she might as well try and be productive, while she did it. So she spent those night hours catching up on any work that she had left over and getting quick a lot of it done. You would be stunned how much time the average person wasted sleeping. The way Ellen saw it, while they slept in their bed. Ellen was quite frankly doing laps around them all academically. Not that Ellen needed another advantage if anything this was almost unfair. Sure their were some small side effects, Ellen will admit, that seemed a lot worse then they actually were. She found it hard to concentrate, her skin had gotten a lot paler, and she’s become easily started still suffering from shock, but in Ellen’s mind she was perfectly fine, and she would only get better. Until then she would continue pushing herself as far as she could go no matter what the hour was. It was almost therapeutic. She went to put her pen in her cup she reserves for pens but accidentally the cup was knocked down and clattered to the floor with a loud THUD echoing through the room. Cursing under her breath she picked it back up and resumed working
Ellen was showing a great example of this right now sitting at her desk with only the faint orange glow of her lamp keeping her company and she continued to work, her pen lightly scratching against the piece of paper. She took a break momentarily and gazed at her wrist watch. 3.25 in the moaning. No person should be aware what the world looks like at such a time. But Ellen was on quite familiar teams with it. Indeed. Even with the help of the little blue pills that were hidden nicely in her draw, she was suffering from quite vivid nightmares that made Ellen terrified to go to sleep. At best she could managed about 20 minutes before she woke up in a cold sweat. It was an exercise in futility.
If she was going to be awake all night she might as well try and be productive, while she did it. So she spent those night hours catching up on any work that she had left over and getting quick a lot of it done. You would be stunned how much time the average person wasted sleeping. The way Ellen saw it, while they slept in their bed. Ellen was quite frankly doing laps around them all academically. Not that Ellen needed another advantage if anything this was almost unfair. Sure their were some small side effects, Ellen will admit, that seemed a lot worse then they actually were. She found it hard to concentrate, her skin had gotten a lot paler, and she’s become easily started still suffering from shock, but in Ellen’s mind she was perfectly fine, and she would only get better. Until then she would continue pushing herself as far as she could go no matter what the hour was. It was almost therapeutic. She went to put her pen in her cup she reserves for pens but accidentally the cup was knocked down and clattered to the floor with a loud THUD echoing through the room. Cursing under her breath she picked it back up and resumed working