It's at least a page, double spaced, and a page isn't shit for me. The problem is the content.

I don't -have- to write about it. It's supposed to be some moment in my life that 'opened my eyes' or whatever, and that's the only time I remember feeling that way because I realized we were fucking mortal and assholes can kill us whenever they want. So it's a pain in my ass. I took a public speaking class, speaking out loud isn't an issue, the issue is just telling a story in my life that I don't even care that much about, and no one else would either. I don't give a shit about my classmates, I just want to get the work and go home.