I look down at the problem that is in front of me. It taunts me and haunts me. Theres no way that I can do that. My mom always says: 'skip it and go onto the next one honey'. But if I did that I still have to come back to to it. I skip it anyway. I fly through the next few problems. #s 28-56. 67-69. and 13-29. I look down at the full five pages. I love the feeling of getting something done. I go on to my History paper that was due the next day on Tuesday. It takes me about three hours. I think to myself: why would any teacher in the right mind give me that much homework in that little time. Wow.
The next morning I wake up, get packed and sit down to read until its time to go. The drive to school I think back on how much homework I had, and when I get to school I walk up to James and said.
"Dude all of those math problems were exhausting last night."
"You know you only had to do the evens right?" I looked at him, a look of surprise on my face that suddenly turned into disgust, and then a smile.
"No," I said "Noway."
"Way bro." My day was now ruined.
I walked up to Nate next and said.
"Wow how long did it take you to do that History paper last night."
"You did it last night?" He said. "It's due next week."
