Homework: my never ending nightmare

     When I was a child, I never thought this nightmare would continue to be a part of my life. I am twenty four years old and I still have homework. Like, seriously? All I want to do is focus on my career and write things that can be read by people that matter. I am tired of having tedious assignments that take most of my time.

     I should not be writing about this subject in public but I need to let this frustration out. I do encourage everyone to do their homework and have fun doing it because it is important. It's part of a good learning process. I will complete my homework today although I would rather be learning to cook, running, or watching a movie only because I know that in the long run it will make me a brighter person.

     I did not have this problem until most recently. It takes me forever to sit down and write because I have all this memories that slow me down. I love writing and I enjoy sharing everything about myself but someone put it through my head that I was not a good writer. I know I am not and I know where they were coming from but there is like a feeling residue that I have to deal with. I am angry that I still have to complete assignments for people that might not even appreciate my efforts. I am also full of myself and think homework is below me. I think I am great already.

     That still does not explain why I do not want to sit down and read for one of my classes or try to design a booklet. I think it is because I live with distractions. As I have mentioned, I live with three incredible good friends and it is hard not to want to talk to them about anything because we all have so much in common and can hold interesting conversations.

     I just want to cry. I know it is silly but it is just like I when I was in kindergarten. I remember my father sitting with me and trying to stop me from crying. I even remember the annoying and consuming hatred as I stared down at my homework page which was such an atrocity to live through. I did not even want to hold my pencil right and might have flung it across the room. I do not quite remember that part clearly but my father eventually held my hand with the pencil in it and helped me complete my homework. Really, he would end up doing it for me.

     I wish that someone would do my homework now that I remember that. I have never had anyone help me complete my homework since then. In fact, I am the one that would help everyone else with their homework including my mom. This is a good thing though and I do not think I could trust anyone to do it which is just a funny thought on its own.

     I guess it is a problem that everyone encounters in their life and has no real solution. It is something you complete or you do not. If you are ambitious and determined like me and go to graduate school, you will have to deal with assignments that are harder to complete. However, completing your homework will say much more about you than it ever did before. It will also be a bigger chunk of your grade so you have to get working no matter how much you do not want to.

     I hate homework.

     Anyways, I have so much to do. I have to read and prepare for a quiz, write a press release, write three new blogs, start writing some stories for Latinitas magazine, and finish a photograph booklet. I'm going to do my homework.

    I leave you with this old video about Ben Berrafato, a fifth-grade boy who compared his homework assignments to slavery in an essay so well that it was published in the New York Daily News.

http://youtu.be/HFp9Ll11vSg