So I really like learning and reading and discussions and coming up with solutions and working through things and discovery and all that good stuff. And my school is really great. I love my school. All my classes are at least bearable. (Most are fun and interesting, but my government class is a little dry. But even then the information given can be cool. How bout them founding documents?? Anyway.) But this year, it's been really rough. Not because of class. Because of homework.
See, homework sucks. You go to school and do stuff for seven hours, and it's alright. But then you go home and have to do stuff for four more hours, most of which is hard and less interesting when you don't have a teacher to guide you. And you're tired and hungry and want to watch even one episode of whatever it is you're catching up on at the moment. But nope. Homework. And it makes school less fun. Because all of a sudden it's a burden. I get overwhelmed by everything that's thrown at us to schedule around everything else we do in our lives. And I have other commitments to juggle. And (more than) occasionally, something gives. And then I start to dread going to school because I didn't finish my Spanish homework, or my art investigation, or my math questions. And my stomach will start to feel sick, but I'll push it away and pretend like nothing's wrong. And then I get to class and the teacher sighs and tells me to bring it in next class. And my classmates silently judge me as my reputation as a good student falls away. And it kills me. Because unlike them, I actually like the class. I want to be able to do the homework. But at the end of the day, something has to give.
But I make it through by counting the number of days til the weekend. Because I tell myself that I'll make up my missed work and get ahead then. That I'll have time then. But the weekend comes, and I'm so exhausted from school that I sleep in on Saturday. And I tell myself that it's the weekend, so I have time to watch the premiere of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. that I know I'll be too busy doing homework to watch when it's on. And then I watch a couple more episodes to relax. And I pull out my homework. But it's been too long a week, and I need a break from school. And then all of a sudden it's Sunday night, and I would be okay with going back to school the next day, but my homework sits in my bag, barely touched. And the dread sets in as I rush to finish at least some of it, deciding what's most important to do and what I can finish at lunch. But something always gives. And I fall exhausted into bed later than my mom or I would like. And so another week of too little sleep, too much work, and endless catch up starts. And something is going to give.
