So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.-Peter Gibbons, Office Space (Wikiquote)
Unfortunately, School, by means of Margaret Mitchell and stoicheometry, has become my entire life. There simply aren't enough hours in a day to perform the tasks issued to us by criminally insane teachers and still maintain a "life."
I've been denying this fact for weeks now, stating that our assigned homework was possible to complete while maintaining mental health. But recent occurances have caused me to reconsider the truth behind this belief.
I've been denying this fact for weeks now, stating that our assigned homework was possible to complete while maintaining mental health. But recent occurances have caused me to reconsider the truth behind this belief.
A week or so ago, I ingested an almost illegal amount of caffiene so that I could comprehend all seventy pages of Gone With the Wind that I had put off until that night. I did it, and went to sleep immediately after I read the last word.
That night, I woke up several times in a caffiene-induced semi-hallucination (if such a term exists). At one point, I recall thinking that I was Rhett Butler, and I wondered aloud as to how I was to ever to cleanse my freshly polished leather boots of the red Atlanta earth. I also, much more disturbingly, awoke to thinking that I was Scarlett O'Hara, and exasperatedly expressed my frustration at having to find a more mournful atire than I already adorned so that I may dispense a socially acceptable amount of greif at Aunt Pittypat's funeral.
And I don't know that Aunt Pittypat even dies in the book!
Such traumatic situations have led me to believe that students are ridiculously over-worked. People aren't meant to wake up in a cold sweat wondering how they are to solve the equation:
Elmer Fudd-Winston Churchill^moveteX; Solve for X
And then, after completing the imposible amounts of homework and enduring countless nights of such ridiculous dreams, students have to succomb to the answer sheet God, rather than accepting correct alternative answers (for example, losing points for writing "uniformity" instead of "conformity" when the hint is "Being the same").
Homework policies are in dire need of reform. Teachers need to get a grip. Students need to sleep more. Maybe then I could rant about something worthwhile.
