My teenager has more hours of homework per night than I got in my entire university career, and it doesn’t teach them a goddamn thing besides how to hate themself for not being able to do it all.
If my wife isn’t expected to labor outside her designated work hours at her literal job, why is my teenager expected to labor outside theirs?
If my kid has three hours of homework a night, that extends their work day to ELEVEN FULL HOURS. That’s inhumane. If an adult told me they were working eleven-hour days, I’d give them my wife’s number and tell them how to start unionizing. Like????
I’m supposed to be writing for my independent study so I can have to show tomorrow… I had a good flow for like an hour, but now it’s gone and I’m like :I how do I make the good words happen on command
Submitted a major essay, forgot I’d switched the font for easier readability while writing, changed it back to Times New Roman to discover that the page count had shrunk severely (after all the work I did to condense my work initilly because it was too long), no way to resubmit
I am cold, I am sleepy, I am in pain, I ran out of coffee three hours ago, I am sitting next two girls who keep giggling loudly and making stupid faces for snapchat selfies.
Thank god I actually like my history class, or I would’ve given up on these notes by now.
OH MY GOD DUDE I HAVE TO PRACTICE FOR WIND ENSEMBLE SO BAD.
Also, I have a TON of homework that I haven’t been doing, like a chem worksheet that’s literally gonna take me hours, plus reading and writing for Lang which is also gonna take me hours, plus I didn’t do the LAST Lang assignment, and omigawd, I fucking hate reading, and then I have to watch a 45 min video for history and do a worksheet for that, plus a Spanish project because I’m lazy and I procrastinate.
I opened up my Jay Brannan playlist and closed the lid of my laptop to let the music keep playing, but I left it on my lap and used it like a desk to put my worksheet on and…
JAY BRANNAN’S MUFFLED VOICE COMING FROM THE WARM THING ON MY LAP OMIGAWSH THIS FEELS SO DIRTY AND NOW I CAN’T CONCENTRATE.
Lesson: if you want to feel like your favorite voice is doing awful things to you, muffle it in your lap. That is all.