5. Too Much Homework

I'm well aware of the two-hours-of-homework-per-hour-of-class rule. Nonetheless, there's too much homework for English class. I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed at the moment. I have to do three more blog entries by tonight and my essay is also due tomorrow. On Friday, I have my Economics and Calculus midterms. I'm also falling behind on my journal. And even though I have Spring Break coming up, every teacher decided to unload a lot of homework on me because they all figured I would have ample time.

But every homework assignment is one step closer to an A so I plow onwards. Furthermore, homework helps me learn the in-class material (sometimes). So even though homework is a bitch, I can now also add that the first clause in this sentence is a metaphor. On the other end of the spectrum, there's moments when I'm doing homework and I'm thinking, "What the fuck? What is the point of this?" Especially, when I spent 4 hours on the first essay only to find out that we were graded on how closely we followed directions rather than actual content. I understand the importance of following directions, but I'm sure there's other assignments better suited for that purpose. Especially because I'm a slow writer to begin with. It takes me a long time to brainstorm ideas and takes me even longer to transfer those ideas onto paper.

All in all, I'm still one of the fortunate ones when it comes to homework. Some of my classmates also work full-time as well. I'm sure they're going through hell right now.

On a random note, I just realized I forgot to do my laundry because I was busy writing this entry. And the laundry facility closes in 15 minutes so fuck my life. I suppose that's karma for writing poorly about homework.