Sunlight danced around the window with faint tints of green from the leaves of a massive Sugar Maple tree outside. Bluebirds raced through the skies like a couple of fighter jets, zipping up and down all over the mild blue sky until settling onto one of the branches to rest, twittering.

It looked like a little Eden compared to what the student had on his side of the glass.

Sweat and body odor swamped the bedroom. He could feel the glasses begin to slip down his nose as he furiously typed up the conclusion paragraph.

A conclusion that could’ve made sense to anyone but folks his own age. There were momentary thoughts of worry over his diction having too much flair, but they didn’t last long…he just wanted to get this over and done with. Checking for grammar mistakes to find little, he felt pleased and downloaded the Google Doc into a pdf and dragged it to the submission box.

ERROR: Please try again later. If the problem persists, contact administration.

The bold red letters announced themselves on the screen, a silent yet uncompromising rejection of his attempted submission. One of his eyes bulged a little, red vein matching with red font. What the fuck is this!?

Opening a separate tab in the browser, he scurried to open up YouTube in attempt to ensure his internet was working. It was. The cat videos were numerous and fetching. The advertisements for ramen noodles up front and center.

He switched back to the submission box tab.

Refresh...

Re-upload...

ERROR: Please try again later. If the problem persists, contact administration.

A short stifle of a breath squeezed out from his throat. Refresh three more times. Reupload. Error again.

He smacked the surface of his desk. No. No, no, no. He was going to turn in this essay, and he was going to do it now.

Scrolling down to the bottom of the page, he spotted a button labeled "Request Help". Click.