Frustrating Moment

"Your homework for tonigh is..." This is the phrase that all teachers end their class with. After a long day of using brain at school, it is time to go home and use it on six hours of homework. Walk in the door of the house and have half hour to eat something and watch t.v. What about rest of the day? That is dedicated to the explosion of the brain. Walking up the stairs and to my room, the only thought on my mind is, "I have homework for this class. I have homework for that class." Once in my room and set to start my countless hours in there, the process begins by checking the homework organizer. When so many letters of grey lead come to sight, the overwhelming feeling comes forth. With no one to complain to, the only choice left is to start on the homework.



Going on and on with writing, the pencil gives pink blisters on the fingers. Finally, when the assignment is done, relief rushes through the brain. But homework's not done yet! Still, there are assignments from other classes. Now, more hours are to be spent sitting in the dead room with no sounds other than the writing of pencil on a paper..