Work

I have come here, surreptitously, in the midst of my homework, to commiserate on the inordinate amount of homework that I have been handed. Is there no pity? It seems, that with every flippant smile and spoken words that assign yet another project or test, I am being dug further and further into my grave.

If I may quote Cold Mountain, 'There will be a reckoning!'. I don't really believe that- my world will always be cruelly dictated by a cavalcade of work, assigned by more teachers and spoken with more flippant smiles.

I just wish that it all did not have to come now, as exams loom closer, like giant monstrosities that I know will attack in the dark . I wish that everytime I wake up, I didn't face the prodigious amount of homework, awaiting me on my desk in neat, organized piles as if mocking the irony of my preparedness and my inexorable procrastination.

'Be Careful What You Wish', the old maxim goes sternly warning against those afraid of any of their desires remaining unrequited. Although I can discern a glimmer of truth in that, it's more convenient right now to complain and shout and scream.

Bye, then.