Buried in the Rubble
Why is it that in my final year of high school, I'm burdened with the most homework in my academic life thus far?
I'll tell you why. Because I'm intelligent enough to take English and Spanish AP, MMM, Physics and Government all in one semester. Everyone wants something different and extensive, everyone needs it tomorrow. Cut me a BREAK! Give me some SLACK! I thought high school was supposed to be easy, and up until this point, it pretty much was. Maybe this is the universes way of saying, "yeah, you were able to coast for 11 grades, but we're sticking it to you for this last one."
I probably should complain because it could always be worse. At least I'm getting my homework done, thanks to the fact that I have virtually no extracurriculars connected with school other than the International Club. It could be worse in the regard that I could be playing a sport (stifle your giggles) and not get home till 8, and still have to eat dinner and THEN start my homework.
What kills me is that most of my senior peers have more than one study hall in any given day. Next semester, a grand majority will have an average of three per day. That's not fair. I have one each day, and most of the time, it's taken up either working on Physics lab work, tutoring or making up music lessons.
I'm started to get stressed out. And it's only October 12th. After a long weekend you'd think teachers would be lenient...uck.
I've been working on homework since I walked in the door at 2:30. I've suffered my way through Government (create a flashy brochure on a canidate of your choice!), half of English (read 70 pages of the unbelievably rough "Heart of Darkness" and answer in a detailed way 10 questions!), half of MMM (read as much of "Monster" as you can since you have to finish it by Friday AND read the short story "The Vendetta") and Spanish (write down new vocab in your binder and answer 10 opinion questions at length in Spanish).
Now I just have to finish English, MMM, do my lab writeups (I think I'm going to pass and do that one in Study Hall tomorrow) and I'll be stress free...for the night anyway. I tend to think it's quite ironic that in Spanish we are discussing dealing with stress when things really couldn't be more hectic. But then again, how much do I know? Apparently it's going to get much much worse. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to June 25, 2005 when I walk across that stage at the Memorial Auditorium and be finished with it all. Honestly, college can't get much worse than this...
I should stop saying that. Everytime I make a stupid pessimistic statement it ends up coming true.
I'll tell you why. Because I'm intelligent enough to take English and Spanish AP, MMM, Physics and Government all in one semester. Everyone wants something different and extensive, everyone needs it tomorrow. Cut me a BREAK! Give me some SLACK! I thought high school was supposed to be easy, and up until this point, it pretty much was. Maybe this is the universes way of saying, "yeah, you were able to coast for 11 grades, but we're sticking it to you for this last one."
I probably should complain because it could always be worse. At least I'm getting my homework done, thanks to the fact that I have virtually no extracurriculars connected with school other than the International Club. It could be worse in the regard that I could be playing a sport (stifle your giggles) and not get home till 8, and still have to eat dinner and THEN start my homework.
What kills me is that most of my senior peers have more than one study hall in any given day. Next semester, a grand majority will have an average of three per day. That's not fair. I have one each day, and most of the time, it's taken up either working on Physics lab work, tutoring or making up music lessons.
I'm started to get stressed out. And it's only October 12th. After a long weekend you'd think teachers would be lenient...uck.
I've been working on homework since I walked in the door at 2:30. I've suffered my way through Government (create a flashy brochure on a canidate of your choice!), half of English (read 70 pages of the unbelievably rough "Heart of Darkness" and answer in a detailed way 10 questions!), half of MMM (read as much of "Monster" as you can since you have to finish it by Friday AND read the short story "The Vendetta") and Spanish (write down new vocab in your binder and answer 10 opinion questions at length in Spanish).
Now I just have to finish English, MMM, do my lab writeups (I think I'm going to pass and do that one in Study Hall tomorrow) and I'll be stress free...for the night anyway. I tend to think it's quite ironic that in Spanish we are discussing dealing with stress when things really couldn't be more hectic. But then again, how much do I know? Apparently it's going to get much much worse. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to June 25, 2005 when I walk across that stage at the Memorial Auditorium and be finished with it all. Honestly, college can't get much worse than this...
I should stop saying that. Everytime I make a stupid pessimistic statement it ends up coming true.