As I trudge home from the bus stop, backpack heavy with homework, I think about everything I wish I could do once I reach home if it weren’t for homework. Instead of of doing something fun like practicing volleyball, hanging out with a friend or just playing with my baby brother I will have to be stuck doing homework until ten o’clock.
After I procrastinate as much as I can eating a snack I start on my math homework, then to science, afterwards Spanish, on to Texas History, then finally to English. Adults don’t understand why it takes us so long. Why it drives us crazy. Why we hate it! When I finally finish and get to jump in bed its only the end of one day in the everlasting cycle of a school year.