School 2~ A Continued Story

We've all been there, waking up 10 minutes before you bus is supposed to show. You jump out of bed, throwing everything you need on as you rush out the door. You breathe a HUGE sigh of relief as you realize that your bus hasn't even neared your stop. As you stand there, you begin thinking over the last 10 minutes. What had you done? Had you even woken up yet? Were you wearing pants? You look down and thank the heavens, because you don't even remember putting them on. Your bus pulls around the corner and you climb on, thankful to have made it.

As soon as you hit school though, you suddenly regret all that "thankfullness" that you had felt on the bus, becuase you no longer wanted to be here. Why do you even come? Why do you endure day after day of torture on no end, for no apparent reason? To be happy? Of course not. Because all it did was make you miserable. You crouch down in front of that monster of a locker, messy as it may be and dig for the one book you need. And in this crucial, oh so important moment, deciding how the rest of the day goes, you realize you left the folder and book you need at home,on the dining room table. This folder also contained the homework that you did for every other class last night. You're screwed. You reach back into your locker, finding your binder and your notebook for your first hour, science.Grabbing what you did have, you got up, closed your locker and headed to class.

And of course, because of this one action, a failed attempt and being able to bring everything you need to class, you get a rampage and a lecture from the next 3 hour teachers. Finally you hit your favorite hour with your favorite teacher, who never assigns homework. And in that 45 minutes, you bloom and shine in front of them and you feel accomplished. But the hour ends and the bell rings, ordering you to your next class.

The rest of the day is terrible, every teacher is "so disappointed". And you hear the same speech 5 times. And just when you think it can't get worse, the end of the day bell rings, and you are free at last. Or so you think.

You burst out of the classroom and down the hall, hit your locker at full speed, wanting to escape fast. You hastily put in your code and yank open your locker, just to find that you aren't free, not even the slightest bit. You have homework.

Now, let me just interupt here, as the narrator I have the right to say something about, yes you guessed it, homework. This dreaded piece of nothing, that isn't helpful in any way. I think teachers should just teach, and the one's who are smart will pay attention, take notes, and on the open note test, they will pass. But no, teachers think they can make all the kids who don't care care. But they can't, and they try by making us do homework and putting it into your grade. So those kids can either flunk, or start to care. But they don't care, and they would rather flunk that try. And that's why homework isn't worth it.

Back to the "story." You have just opened your locker to find that your biggest enemy, homework, haunts you still. Pulling out your math, history, and spanish binders, you shove them down into your backpack, and head out, to the one place you think you can escape.