Five cups of coffee and two energy drinks later, my eyes were still so heavy and I felt like a zombie. As we sat in the library for English class, Mr Smiths words were making no sense and Macbeth was sounding more like my personal tragedy. Macbeth was our English lesson for today and was 25% of our grade for the year. We were meant to do a critical thinking assessment on Macbeth. I loved English, it was my favourite subject, however when it came to Shakespeare, I wasn’t a fan.
Right now my main focus was trying to stay awake. Damian and I had stayed up until 5 am just talking and learning about each other. He told me more about his life and his family. He told me about his decision to move away from his dad and about his why he picked to be a teacher. In return, he asked me about my life
