Sweat beading down my face, I tore through the contents of my room hoping to find my car keys. But it was too little too late, for my class had begun 5 minutes ago. I know I am not alone in this struggle of disorganization; society walks with me hand-in-hand. Glancing across the room, I noticed my dirty clothes on my footboard, a two-week-old pizza box lying next to my cloudy fish bowl, etc. I realized my disorganization would be the bane of me. Today's media has never emphasized the importance of being orderly. We are influenced to live by a whim, encouraged by the spontaneously lifestyles and messy rooms of MTV. Consequently, I resolved to decrease the entropy in my surroundings.
             Thus, I embarked on a quest to eradicate anarchy within me. I was persistent to conquer the land of discombobulating. Calling from the restaurant, my friends urged me to join them in their wanton debauchery. As usual, I could not resist the calling of my desires-I acquiesced. I reasoned that time with my friends was precious since we may disperse to various colleges across the nation; I should savor each fleeing moment with them. For the next four hours, I was immersed in bliss. But when I returned home, my room was remained topsy-turvy and my homework left untouched.
             I later decided to completely resist these sadistic temptations. I was obligated to complete my homework if I wanted to succeed. Ironically, our media portrays great success with little work. I wasn't about to be deceived by this facade. I wanted true success. By the time I got to the second pot of coffee, another persuasive companion called me, inviting me to a party. I rejected. He made a great attempt to convince me, even using my girlfriend as bait. Eventually, "Yes" slipped right through my lips. This disillusion once again crept into me.
             God did not endow me with the ability to organize myself and it would be futile to defy God's Will. I would continue...