Inquiry Contract, the first of many

To be absolutely honest, I have already written my inquiry contract proposal and have been encouraged by our esteemed professor LaMags that I should procrastinate and try not to work ahead. Instead, I am encouraged to play frisbee. That being said, I am unlikely to do much work on my paper tonight. In the place of the delicate descriptions of riveting research that will follow in the days and weeks to come, I will regale any reader with the tale of the beginning of this epic quest, the start of a month-long journey that began with one single step, as all such magnificent journeys must. When I was but a boy, sitting in the classroom of AP English during fourth period last week, I heard terrible news. I was being compelled to find something of real interest to me, whereas I had been battling with the demons of bullshit for most of my life. Where would I find something of real interest to the cynical and, if young, still world-weary misanthropist I had become. I thought and I thought, and finally, a solution came to me. I would return to the place of my intellectual birth, the land that had reshaped me when I was a child into the person I am today. I would return to Sycamore School!