Emma's Nightmare Named ---------- High School ----------: Death by Homework

Monday, October 11, 2010

Death by Homework

We have all been there. We have all been so swamped in homework that we feel like we are sinking in a big pit of quick sand. We have all been so busy that at the end of the day when we finally have time to relax, we remember that we have homework, therefore, dissolving any time we actually had in the first place.

This is where I give you tremendous advice about finishing your homework.

Not gonna happen. Sorry.

Lately, I have felt 'swamped'. I don't actually get that much work to do. But I get so busy during the day that I loose track of time and end up rushing to finish my homework an hour before I'm supposed to sleep, which prevents me from doing my absolute best. This is what my day often looks like:

5:00 School Day Preparation
6:00 Seminary
7:00 Finish Homework that I didn't have time to finish the day before
8:00 School
4:00 Play Practice
6:00 Probably watch my baby brother or whatever my mom needs me to do
7:00 Rush to finish homework, or continue doing what my mom neeeds
8:00 Get ready for bed
9:00 SLEEP (or somewhere after that)

Give or take a few play practices or babysitting times, I am usually always doing something. And half the time, the times that I do have time to do my own thing, I end up having to go to a youth group or hanging out with my mom or dad (I group that in with 'things to do' rather than a privilege).

So how do I get my work done?

I do not know.

What I do know is that I do get it done.

I think that the biggest reason that I find time, is because I use the times that I have bored to do homework. Although I'll admit to watching a movie sometimes instead of working because I might be feeling particularly lazy.

So I guess what I'm saying is to use those 'in between' times that nobody thinks about. You know what I'm talking about. Work on your math homework on the car ride home, or study for your science quiz while you're doing the laundry. Yeah, you might only get one problem done on the way home, but that's one less you have to do before bed. Besides, how many times are you in the car in a day?

Let's say you have fifteen problems to finish and you ride in the car 6 times a day. If you work on the problems in the car and you finish, let's say, two problems each car ride, then that's already 13/15 problems solved. You have three left. So at seven thirty when you think you have to rush to finish your math, you can take your time in those last three problems.

Small moments count for a lot. One or two problems done in a car ride doesn't seem like that much, but after a while, it adds up. Also think about the times you feel like you are doing something, but you really aren't. For example, play practice. Other people might be practicing a scene you aren't in. That means you have time in between scenes to do homework. It's simple when you think about it.

Okay, now I need to use my advice and get off the internet. I have homework to do! And I didn't follow this advice today!

1 comment:

AnonymousJanuary 9, 2011 at 4:36 PM
What class of yours assigns having a chair fight with Matt in the azbec room? What ever class that is I'm so joining, I mean who really needs to take cultural Geography.
Take care (see you at six)
-Anna Gatherum
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

The Twin of Junie B. Jones

Because Gracie deserves her own sidebar quotes.

-Gracie: Emma, you shouldn't wear high heels on the dock!

Me: Why not?
Gracie: You might trip and fall in and then Dad will get cramps!

-We were driving to the Figueroa's 4th of July picnic. My mother was drinking SmartWater. Gracie said out of nowhere, "Mom, you should drink smart water because it makes you smarter." My mother then replied, "Don't you think that maybe you should drink smart water because that means you were already smart?" Grace thought for a moment and replied, "That doesn't make any sense."

-Today in the car Gracie stated that she thought a bird pooped on the car. My mother said that the chances were very slim, and besides, how would she know if it did? Gracie said that she still thought a bird pooped on the car. My mom said, "I think you just want to say poop." Gracie retorted, "Nuh-uh! I just wanted you to say poop."

-I was teasing Grace when she wanted to go to McDonalds. I said that they didn't let anyone that wasn't at least 14 years old eat there anymore. She started crying. I think she is a little too attached.

-"Emma, Mom wants you to come scoop up the dog poop," she told me a few minutes ago, and before she closed the door she added, "This message will self destruct."

-After I scrubbed her toilet for her, my mother yelled in the other room, "What is that rotten egg poop smell!?" Gracie got very defensive and exclaimed, "It wasn't me this time!"

-After telling me how she told the bus driver to take her to Ecols Street and the bus driver stopped right in front of her house for her, I asked for reassurance, "Really?" She gave me a face. "What is that supposed to mean?" She put her hands on her hips and sighed as if to say 'duh'. "This face means it's true," she said while she made the same odd face. Then she made a mean face. "This face means it's not true." Then she proceeded to give off other mean faces and said that those meant it was true. She smiled and said, "Smiling means it's not true."

-Earlier I was mowing the lawn, and in an attempt to be like her older sister, Grace took Case's toy lawn mower and began going over what I'd already done. "Look, Mom! I'm lawn lowing!"

-After scaring her about a spider being on her leg when it really wasn't, she was complaining that I almost scared her half to 'deaf'. I'm not sure how you scare someone to deaf.

-After a summer bible school thing we were invited to, Grace climbed into the car we were riding home in. A girl that was her age sat in the back, and because of the girl sitting in a carseat similar to a baby's, she exclaimed, "It's a baby!" The girl was very upset afterward for being mistaken for a baby.

-When the newer King Kong movie came out, we bought it as soon as we could. While watching him getting put to sleep so they could lug him back, Gracie began balling. However, when he fell off the Empire State Building, she made no sign of emotion whatsoever.

-Years ago when I began to need pads and bras, Gracie would get very envious and complain, despite my protests, "I want those!" One time she actually attempted to steal my pads and use them. It didn't work out so well.

-At her baptism, Gracie had to be dunked more than once into the water because she kept tipping her foot out of the water. She complained that she 'wanted to be like a princess'.

-Gracie used to ask our mother, "Mom, when will I get to have a big butt like you?"

-When she decided that she didn't want bangs anymore, she had the brilliant idea to cut them off.

-My baby brother Case was running from us while my mother was off to get her keys. My little sister Grace asked me to hold her paper so she could get him. I told her, "No." Five minutes later when I was holding him in my arms and she was ahead of me, I asked her to hold my ice cream so I could get a better grip. She shrugged her shoulders and in a mocking voice answered, "No." Serves me right, I suppose.