![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Homework on Holidays
Jul. 17th, 2013 07:26 pmOkay, so I lied about becoming a doctor, to make a cure for writers block.
I was being crazy without cleverness.
Craziness, needs cleverness.
Anyways, I managed to clean the whole house. Cleaned 4 rooms in this house. Vacuumed the floor. Mopped it, too. Washed the dishes. And all those housework. Being a woman is hard.
And, I am too pissed to even think of what I really should do next.
Want to know why?
I'm sure you don't.
But I will say it.
I will say why.
In my country, we have a system in school(which I strongly disagree with), that we have to follow. Every year, freshman year will always appear. Now, the sophomores have to cut their holiday another week, to torture the freshmans. The new kids in high school. They didn't necessarily call it "torture." The sophomores called it, "training." Train their mental,their sanity. to survive high school. Training their sanity, to survi~~~ve high school. I called it, "mental torture." I have never agreed with this program. Sophomores should make the best week of high school! Not giving them a living hell! And I am saying this, because I've been to this mental torture thing, when I was a freshman!
Anyhow, not all sophomores get to do so. There's this organization, where class presidents run all the activities. And thank GOD I didn't think of signing up as class president. Because, if I did, they would've cut off a week of another holiday of mine!
So that's why I didn't join.
That's why I've always avoided the organization.
Well, worst part is, the ones who do not join the organization, gets an essay assignment. ESSAY. ASSIGNMENT.
Which is annoying because:
1) I dislike homework.
2) I'm not entirely free on my last week of holiday.
3) See number 1.
4) I do not like writing essays with rules I have to follow.
5) I have a hard time brainstorming on what I should write.
6) See number 3.
7) It's not realistic. Essays are not realistic to me.
8) I have to spend HOURS to stare into the monitor, staring at a blank page of Microsoft fucking Word.
9) see number 6.
10) see number 9.
So, anyways, I finished the freakin' assignment before writing this entry.
Although I hate this system.
I still finished the assignment.
'Nuff Said,
- Pudding.
I was being crazy without cleverness.
Craziness, needs cleverness.
Anyways, I managed to clean the whole house. Cleaned 4 rooms in this house. Vacuumed the floor. Mopped it, too. Washed the dishes. And all those housework. Being a woman is hard.
And, I am too pissed to even think of what I really should do next.
Want to know why?
I'm sure you don't.
But I will say it.
I will say why.
In my country, we have a system in school(which I strongly disagree with), that we have to follow. Every year, freshman year will always appear. Now, the sophomores have to cut their holiday another week, to torture the freshmans. The new kids in high school. They didn't necessarily call it "torture." The sophomores called it, "training." Train their mental,their sanity. to survive high school. Training their sanity, to survi~~~ve high school. I called it, "mental torture." I have never agreed with this program. Sophomores should make the best week of high school! Not giving them a living hell! And I am saying this, because I've been to this mental torture thing, when I was a freshman!
Anyhow, not all sophomores get to do so. There's this organization, where class presidents run all the activities. And thank GOD I didn't think of signing up as class president. Because, if I did, they would've cut off a week of another holiday of mine!
So that's why I didn't join.
That's why I've always avoided the organization.
Well, worst part is, the ones who do not join the organization, gets an essay assignment. ESSAY. ASSIGNMENT.
Which is annoying because:
1) I dislike homework.
2) I'm not entirely free on my last week of holiday.
3) See number 1.
4) I do not like writing essays with rules I have to follow.
5) I have a hard time brainstorming on what I should write.
6) See number 3.
7) It's not realistic. Essays are not realistic to me.
8) I have to spend HOURS to stare into the monitor, staring at a blank page of Microsoft fucking Word.
9) see number 6.
10) see number 9.
So, anyways, I finished the freakin' assignment before writing this entry.
Although I hate this system.
I still finished the assignment.
'Nuff Said,
- Pudding.
