I walk into my messy room after a long day at school. I drop my bag next to my white desk and pull out my first of two subjects I have to do for homework. I have had homework in elementary school; in middle school; in high school also. I briefly check my phone and respond to some friends and then I get focused on my homework. I want to get my homework done quickly so I can be done and play Fifa 18.
As I finish my chemistry homework my mother simultaneously calls for dinner. I am glad I finished and I put away my black binder into my backpack and I head to the dining room for dinner.
When I get to the dining room my mom has her classic beef stew ready. As I eat I talk with my family about my day and how their day was. When I finish my yummy beef stew I get up and rinse off my plate. Then, I put my dishes in my dishwasher and tell my mom I have to finish up the rest of my homework.
I get back to my room and sit down in my spinny chair. I pull out my math homework - some exponent solving - and I start to work. I get focused on my math homework and I am flying through my
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I look outside and see the beautiful sun shining through my open window. I see the birds flying around and I smell the great spring smell that I always look forward to throughout winter. The birds are music to my ears as I continued to work on my math homework.
With only two questions left I hear crunching from the opposite side of my room. I try to think about what it could be, but I ignore it and try to finish my homework. As the sound continued I couldn’t help myself but look over to the noise. I turn and see a pretty, amazing and captivating red Cardinal munching on my Chex Mix I had left in my room from last night. I immediately tense up and try to think of a solution as I see the Cardinal focused on my late night snack. I look at my window and back to the bird and realize what I had done. I was scared, frightened and
I come home from college and see my mom cooking dinner over the stove as I walk up the stairs. My tiredness sets in as I rush to my room to put down my heavy bag. My mom yells to me as I start to change my clothes.
Mother’s calling me to come help her begin supper. It shouldn’t take as long now with Father gone and one less mouth to feed. I have to go now.
After school ended, I walk to the bus loop. The bus loop is filled with buses. I found my bus and went inside it. The bus was filled with kids from every grade. The bus driver drives the bus to my stop and I get off my bus. I then walk to my house on the sidewalk with my sister. I sit down in a chair in front of my computer and start studying. Every few days, my taught me new concepts that get me confused.
As I’m sitting at home on my bed trying to get all of my school work done on time for classes, I think of all the other things I could be doing or if I should even do it at all. I always end up playing with my puppy, searching the tv for something to watch, or go on social networks and put my homework aside to do later so I can think of ideas. Deciding on whether to even do it or not ends up with me wondering what would I do without a college education and how I need one to be able to pursue the career I want. I'm usually rushing right before classes to finish the assignments with the ideas I've gathered by then.
of the homework that needs to be done for tomorrow. Plus projects that are due,
I groaned loudly. I had piles of homework to catch up on, an entire book to read for English by the end of this week, and a math test to study for. On top of all of that, my head was pounding and it felt like it was on
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
High school is supposed to be a one more step closer to college; it’s supposed to be preparing you for the future right? Wrong. My experience in high school was very different; I never quite fit in with anyone, the “friends” that I thought that I had used me for money. Let’s just say when I was a freshman I had a friend whom I knew from grade school, her name was Meghan Lawrence and she was the kind of person who I really believed I could tell her anything and she would keep it to herself. Once again I was proven wrong, I developed a crush on a boy and she knew that I had a crush on him; one morning before class both he and she went to the corner store, she thought it would be funny to tell him all about my crush, which he tortured me with, playing with my emotions, made me feel like he might actually like me back.
Imagine. Just imagine. A chunk of homework from today stacked up on your desk. A two-foot pile of paper gone to waste, only to “reteach” what you have learned today in school, which is already seven hours of hard learning, working, and participating. Tired and desperate for just a second to get some fresh air, you glance at your watch. It’s eleven at night and you must finish every paper before school starts, or else your teacher will mark your grades down. Not only did you not eat dinner or have a few minutes to bond with your family today, but also, you haven’t had enough rest to refresh you for the next day as you prepare to learn.
I step into the hall of my home in Chicago, Illinois, and into the kitchen. Rain cascades down the windowpane, such has been the case for much of Novmber. There is a plate of spaghetti Bolognese waiting right on the counter for me. I heat it up, and take it to my study, letting the aroma waft right past my nose. Turning on the stereo, I settle back in my leather, over-cushioned armchair with a long, relaxed sigh. The stereo always starts on Classic Rock radio station. Hard rock, that’s what I love best. I open the Wall Street Journal, sub-consciously listening to the music in the background. Bliss.
...e has a smile on their face and you can see people overjoyed. The air is still cool and you can see the clouds leaving, and the sun, slowly emerging from the curtain of clouds.
it. After that, I find a quiet spot to sit and drink my coffee, thinking of nothing but the warmth of
Dad has a knack for cooking at the shack as I do not recall one lousy meal I have eaten here. I step to the bedroom and take off the majority of my layers of clothing quickly so I can join the rest of the group. My dad serves me a plate and I start eating the tender meat as I sit down on the snug couch.
Now that the food was almost done it was time to get ready. I let the Alfredo simmer while I went to take a nice steaming, hot shower. After about 15 minutes, I got out and dried off, then I went to my room to get dressed. I picked out ...
I brush my eyes awake, feeling the cold seeping in from my window. It’s 9 AM and it’s winter in Minnesota. Feeling sleepy, I stand up and go outside. I love the winter air. It always refreshes my mind and there’s just a cold bite to it that I enjoy. Coming back inside, I boot up my computer, hoping to enjoy it a little before heading out. The winter days swim together, phasing throughout my mind, and I fall asleep again, or I have woken up.