Homework factory.
I am a homework factory.
“Okay, I want all of you to hand in this work by Wednesday,” the teacher said.
Like any other factory, I have deadly deadlines to catch.
“I want you to to make fourteen graphs showing the shift of a demand curve.”
Like any other factory, I have a lot of demands from my customers.
“I want you to specify the uncertainties for all the values you have obtained.”
Like any other factory, I have a lot of uncertain, customized orders to suit the needs of my customers.
“I want you to do it again.”
And like any other imperfect factory, I sometimes encounter faulty products and dissatisfied customers.
But unlike any other factory, I don’t make profits out of making homework.
For the past two months I can barely estimate the number of sleepless days and nights that I have spent doing homework. The workload in the IB is overwhelming – in the sense that it does not give me a sufficient amount of time to relax and unwind in a faraway, secluded beach during the weekends, or go clubbing late saturday night in Zouk (ha ha kidding, I don’t go clubbing, I’m still 17) – although surprisingly, most of my homeworks are manageable and doable, and fairly easy.
Okay, it’s quite ironical to say that “I can barely estimate the number of sleepless days and nights that I have spent doing homework“, and at the same time announce that “most of my homeworks are manageable and doable, and fairly easy.” Well, I have recently noticed (take note, recently) that Windows Live Messenger has become an ominous and omnipotent piece of distraction in my academic life. It is the best thing my laptop has in store for me, but it’s the worst denouement in my every day life; I begin my night pondering about my homework, but as the moon makes its way across the evening sky, I inevitably find myself immersed under a stream of endless online conversations in msn. Then I go sleepy:
RowLand says:
Hey, im sleepy…
Rowland says:
I gtg sleep
Danusha says:
Okie rowly
JOOOEEEY! says:
good night!!
juns says:
nightt
Sleeping Forever says:
:]
Buddhika Warnakula says:
Okies
weijie! says:
good night
mary says:
goodnight rowland!
ChRiStOpHeR says:
Tanya says:
Banana!!
RowLand says:
good night!!
And poof, there goes my homework, collecting dust beside the dustbin (not in the dustbin). There’s just too many friends online every single day, and it seems like they’re magnets attracting me to chat with them until all our eyes and back and fingers get exhausted.
But I still love my friends. I love you all!!!
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And don’t get me wrong: It’s unbelievably fun to do homework. I don’t know why, yeah it’s weird. But it’s fun.
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
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