The Purple Rocket Podcast presents Life. Oh, Episode 19, my homework ate me, a cautionary tale of procrastination.

For Ben Stewart, the town of dirt was the most dreadfully boring place on planet Earth.

The sky was rarely anything but gloomy. The land was flat with no

interesting distinguishable features and the only thing any kid did when they got

home from school was play with dirt, because that was all the town

had to offer, a pinkish orange clay that could be molded and shaped into anything.

The kids of dirt, been included, had become quite creative with their dirt creations.

In the front yard of Jasmine Lollins, there was a snowman made entirely of clay.

Aston Piper had built a fort out of clay blocks in his backyard.

And Ben, Ben had done something really special.

Every day after school he lugged buckets of water out

to the dirt field next to his house, mixed the water with the dirt, formed clay blocks,

and built walls out of them. Initially there were only two

walls but then when Ben had gotten bored of them he added a couple more walls and a couple more and a couple more

until a maze at least eight feet tall weaved through the vacant field. He was

almost complete. A few more turns and his clay creation would fool even the

smartest kids in his class. He couldn't wait to get home to work on it. But for now he was stuck in class, fiddling with his pencil and

gazing out the window at the vast dirt nothing of a town. His teacher, Mr. Hugeley, was standing on a little stepstool in front of the class and explaining

their latest project. Months ago, on the first day of school, Ben was floored by just how short his new teacher was. He never had

a teacher who had to stand on a stool in order to see the back row of students before. He was so

small in fact that every time multiple people raised their hands to answer a question,

the poor guy suddenly became disoriented, like he was lost in a giant redwood forest.

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