This sucks.
This completely
And utterly sucks.
There's too much at stake
In regards to my health
For me to do anything
But submit to
My master-
Homework.
It controls me,
Whips me into shape
And into submission.
If I don't comply,
It kicks me
And beats me.
I stay up late at night
Breaking my back
Over the load.
Then, when I arise,
It's there, waiting
In the form of school.
I endure this other master
With little tolerance
And then they
Hand me over...
Once more
I am enslaved
To Homework
As it's whipping me
And tormenting me.
I barely acknowledge
Freedom
Anymore,
For I do not know
What "Freedom" is.
Is Freedom another master?
Is it bent on
Torturing me?
If so,
Then I shall not have it!
I am a slave
To myself...
For letting homework
Overrun my life
And for letting school
Get the better of me.
It sucks...
And the cycle repeats...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sorry, but...
This sucks.
Utterly and completely sucks.
I hate this.
I hate school.
I hate HOMEWORK.
So my teacher assigned a lot of homework tonight. Well, it didn't seem that much until I started after soccer practice (as in 7:15).
I had to finish a week-long math assignment, which was so much harder than anticipated. Even my BFF didn't get the homework. I still need to do the in-class worksheet and the review pages in the textbook. That's just in precalc.
In Civics I have a test sometime soon, and then a project due next week, which I need to finish. It includes a book report on a book my mom turned in already... which wasn't good.
English is tough. We have a vocab test tomorrow on words from Lord of the Flies (ick), plus tonight's share of words. Luckily, and thank goodness for her, my BFF found the page numbers beforehand, so she gave them to me. I'm in the process of completing them. Also, we have an essay due Monday and the graduation project (urg, don't get me started on that) research due on Tuesday.
Latin is a bit less, though I need to do it. I have a passage I need to read, on which we are having a quiz tomorrow. Monday our vocab words are due (in the form of write-offs) which I need to start.
*Sigh* This is a fun night. Time for an all-nighter... erg. I fell asleep in first period this morning because I was up late finishing homework. Oh, well. Yay for procrastination.
Utterly and completely sucks.
I hate this.
I hate school.
I hate HOMEWORK.
So my teacher assigned a lot of homework tonight. Well, it didn't seem that much until I started after soccer practice (as in 7:15).
I had to finish a week-long math assignment, which was so much harder than anticipated. Even my BFF didn't get the homework. I still need to do the in-class worksheet and the review pages in the textbook. That's just in precalc.
In Civics I have a test sometime soon, and then a project due next week, which I need to finish. It includes a book report on a book my mom turned in already... which wasn't good.
English is tough. We have a vocab test tomorrow on words from Lord of the Flies (ick), plus tonight's share of words. Luckily, and thank goodness for her, my BFF found the page numbers beforehand, so she gave them to me. I'm in the process of completing them. Also, we have an essay due Monday and the graduation project (urg, don't get me started on that) research due on Tuesday.
Latin is a bit less, though I need to do it. I have a passage I need to read, on which we are having a quiz tomorrow. Monday our vocab words are due (in the form of write-offs) which I need to start.
*Sigh* This is a fun night. Time for an all-nighter... erg. I fell asleep in first period this morning because I was up late finishing homework. Oh, well. Yay for procrastination.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sick
Even though it's only been like two weeks since I was in Band, my tone has died. So I've been practicing randomly cool songs so I can actually sound good next year.
Yeah, I just play the same random songs... over and over...
Aside, I feel pukey now... Not nauseous pukey but like a different kind of pukey... *I hate hormones* Yeah, he's not for me, and I don't want this, but some other part of me... my evil twin, maybe... wants it. I'd hurt my BFF majorly, since we made this no-boyfriends pact thing. Yeah, it's a bit hard being torn in half... I hate it. But at least I'm grateful he doesn't feel the same about me. Love is stupid, and blind. Wow, this is sad. I hate love (wow, ridiculous oxymoron), yet I write about it all the time. Says something about priorities.
I actually posted this on my other blog, but then I realized my mom had access to it... and that would be a disaster. Anyway, I actually have the house to myself until 11 pm. It's nice, no one to bother me and all.
Yeah, I just play the same random songs... over and over...
Aside, I feel pukey now... Not nauseous pukey but like a different kind of pukey... *I hate hormones* Yeah, he's not for me, and I don't want this, but some other part of me... my evil twin, maybe... wants it. I'd hurt my BFF majorly, since we made this no-boyfriends pact thing. Yeah, it's a bit hard being torn in half... I hate it. But at least I'm grateful he doesn't feel the same about me. Love is stupid, and blind. Wow, this is sad. I hate love (wow, ridiculous oxymoron), yet I write about it all the time. Says something about priorities.
I actually posted this on my other blog, but then I realized my mom had access to it... and that would be a disaster. Anyway, I actually have the house to myself until 11 pm. It's nice, no one to bother me and all.
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