The blank page stares back at me. Its blank now, but that's just till I figure out how I want to start my paper. I think about what it once was, what had been on it before. What could have been on there? Was it just doodles? Maybe song lyrics for a song a young musician was trying to complete. Was it a brilliant 1000 word essay? No, most likely not. Probably it was just the beginning of some poem or essay that was thought to be bad, so it was crumpled up and tossed into the trash can with about 5 others. Or maybe... Look at the time! Ive got to get writing! Ive already wasted 10 minutes!