Now, I am completely aware this is going to sound extremely similar to Dylan’s rant, but I want to make it anyway.
School is hard enough. Challenging college-prep courses that will “prepare us for next year” pile on the homework. And, of course, these aren’t fill-in-the-blank worksheets; these are pages of Cornell notes and typed papers.
When 10th period ends, I am rarely able to go home and enjoy my senior released as planned. Instead, I stay to correct an issue of the Rocket Star for the thousandth time that week and, hey, you can only write “remember to box your photos!” and “captions are 7pt italics!” before you go crazy. As the 2:30 bell rings, I am still at school finishing layout and then heading off to a meeting–Mock Trial, Spirit Club, History Club, something of the sort.
So, now comes the drive home where I make a mental list of everything I have to do. I try to squeeze in a trip to the YMCA to work out for an hour or so, but only if I’m lucky. When I finally get home, the stress continues. I open my mailbox in hopes to find a college acceptance letter. And, for the fourth time this week, there are bills, magazines, and even a few things addressed to me–but absolutely no acceptance letter. Again.
Time for homework? Nope. It’s a quick dinner followed by work for about 4 hours. I get home at 9:00, exhausted from a long day but am instead greeted by a pile of homework. How fun.
I would love a break, just a day where I don’t have to do anything or answer to anyone. Anyone else agree?