Homework? What Homework? I Forgot, I’m Tired.

HOMEWORK is generally no fun, unless there is some game involved. There is this one assessment book where you get to solve a sum in stages by playing a puzzle at each step. Homework from school is hardly ever like that. It is boring, plain boring.

So when it comes to homework, my approach is usually this: Do it quickly and be done with it. I’m a busy girl, however, and sometimes that just doesn’t happen. I have this tuition, that tuition, higher Chinese on Fridays, a “Future Problem-Solving” project on Tuesdays, the list is tedious. But life must go on and assignments have to be done.

In this regard, I’m a really good student. I never fail to submit my homework, except this one day last year in the first term. I had forgotten entirely about my math homework, three whole pages of it.

Actually, I hadn’t deliberately forgotten, I genuinely forgot.

That day, a Tuesday, after my Chinese tuition, I returned home at six only to find myself collapsing in bed after a shower. At eight, I crawled out of bed for dinner. By half past eight, I felt like diving back in, but no! My mother wouldn’t have it. She prodded me to work on some science assessment, and so I did, completely oblivious to that due-on-the-next-day math homework.

The next day, Mrs. Chan summoned me to the front of class.

“How can you be so irresponsible?” she said. “And you’re a monitor, you know?” Then the big threat came: “If you do this again, I’ll have someone take over your position.” As if that weren’t enough, there came another: “I’m going to tear up your worksheet, and give you ten more copies.”

I felt lousy. I also resented the way she talked to me. No point defending my case. Say something, anything, and I knew she would say, “Don’t give me any excuses.” And so, with my lips sealed, I returned to my seat and turned to Kate, my best friend and confidante seated on my right: “I don’t really like Mrs. Chan.”

Granted, this lady was not nice, but I also felt a morsel of guilt. How could I have been such a scatterbrain? Oh well, I’ll do better next time.

(380 words)

Faith Yang, Primary Four
March 2016

For more essays by Faith, visit Faith Writes.

This essay was written in response to the theme “Regret,” and three boxed pictures:

  • a girl looking forlorn, almost in tears
  • a picture of a happy family
  • girl, slumped against her desk, her chin resting on worksheets, working sulkily on her homework

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