Post by Mizukithepanda on Oct 14, 2005 19:10:27 GMT -5
A/N: This is an essay/personal narrative that I wrote for English class. I'm not entirely sure if it goes here, but I think it does.... Anyway, my classmates said it was good, but my teacher gave me a sh*tty grade on it because I didn't follow the criterion to her exact specifications, and instead lett my creative juices flow and actually WROTE a personal narrative. i'ld like y'all's opinions on it...
The Never Ending Cycle of Homework
There was a bedroom. In that bedroom, there was a bed, a desk, a dresser, a bookcase, and a nightstand. There was also a TV, a cable box, several game consoles, a computer, an ancient stereo from 1998, and many, many books. Of those many books, about half were Japanese comic books, called manga, and the other half were fantasy novels and the like that were so thick no normal human would even pick them up. Reading one of these books was a girl. She was an ordinary girl seemingly, with long, scraggly, dirty blonde curls, and plain hazel eyes behind rounded-rectangular glasses. One thing that made her not so ordinary was her height. She was only 4’ 11 ½” tall, and in fact, was the very shortest person in her whole entire family to date. She had not grown in exactly two years and she did not expect to grow anymore in the future either. She was very skinny, and as some people would say, had a voluptuous figure. The girl didn’t exactly want to think about being voluptuous just yet, she was only fifteen you know, so she wore bulky t-shirts to hide the fact that she was as….shapely….as she was. The thought of people looking at her was very disturbing, so she dressed in stuff that would never show that off to feel calm and secure. The girl turned a page in her book, and calculating eyes swept over the page as a tidal wave would a city.
A knock came to the girl’s door and a high-pitched, almost whiny voice resounded through it. “Come on! Dinner’s ready! And are you doing your homework?” said the voice. “Yes mom!” replied the girl in an annoyed tone. She turned back to her book and continued reading. Five minutes later, another knock came to her door. “Come on dinner’s getting cold!” said a male voice. “Alright!” she said exasperatedly, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She laid the book open, face-down on the desk and headed out to the bedroom/den/dining room with attached kitchen. Her mother and father were sitting at the table, eating their dinner silently for once. “Where’s Hunter?” the girl asked. “He’s sleeping, now come eat,” said her father. She sat down at her place at the table and filled her plate up with tangy fajita chicken, mushy beans, and sweet-smelling rolls. There were potatoes as well, but she didn’t dare touch those. She considered potatoes some of the most disgusting things ever created. “So, are you doing your homework?” asked her mother. “Yes, mom!” she said angrily. “I told you that just five minutes ago!” The girl gave an aggravated sigh and started eating. Her brother, Hunter, came out of his room not ten minutes later, wanting dinner and sat down in the last remaining seat to eat. Conversations started up here and there, but she didn’t really take part in them except to give her opinion on a couple of things, which wasn’t very highly regarded since her mother claimed that her opinion was too negative. Soon she was the only one left at the table because everyone else had already finished dinner and gone off to watch TV. She picked up her half-eaten dinner and set it on the counter in the kitchen before heading back to her room, so graciously called That Hole by her mother. “Make sure you do your homework!” her mother called as she shut the door and locked it.
The girl sat back in her chair and picked up the book, starting where she had left off. Not even ten minutes had gone by when another knock came to her door. “Are you doing that homework? Open the door! I can see that there’s no light in there. How can you do your homework with no light?” It was her mother. She gave another aggravated sigh and put the book down once more to open the door for her mother since she knew that her mother would just pick the lock to get in if she didn’t answer. “What?” she sighed as she opened the door. “Turn some lights on in here,” her mother said. “And are you doing your homework?” “Yes!” the girl nearly screamed. “Oh really? Where is it?” The girl clenched her hands in irritation and anger, trying to quell the instinct to just strangle the woman there and then. “I’m reading my outside reading book for a project mother,” she ground out. “When is this project due?” her mother asked in her whiny voice. “In two weeks. Now please LEAVE ME ALONE!” she half-yelled. “Do you have any homework that you have to do that’s due tomorrow?” her mother asked. “NO,” the girl ground out venomously, “now, LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” “Alright, alright,” her mother reconciled, “just get it done.” Her mother left and the girl slammed the door shut and locked it once more after her.
She picked back up the book to continue reading, but found that she was too pissed off to concentrate on it. Heaving yet another aggravated sigh, she put the book down and turned to her computer. After clicking on an icon, the AOL sign in page popped up and she typed in her password. A page that was fuzzy and pink with comics and anime as the subject popped up along with a fuzzy pink buddy list. This was another one of her oddities. She vehemently abhorred pink and yet, her AOL homepage was fuzzy and pink. Maybe there was a girl in her after all… “Ugh. I hate pink. This fuzzy thing is hilarious though.” Or maybe not… She checked the six emails that had collected over the day and began to type replies when another knock came to her door. “Are you doing your homework sweetie?” It was her dad. “Yes Dad. I’m reading my book and replying to my emails.” “Alright,” he replied, “just Git R Done.” She sighed and went back to replying to her emails.
In the morning, she was awakened by her mother yelling, “Time to get up!!! Come on! Time to get up!” She groggily sat in bed and pushed her feet over the edge. Her mother shoved the door open. “Come on!!” she yelled, “I’ve been calling for you to wake up for half an hour!” The girl groggily stumbled of the bed, wobbled out into the bedroom/den/dining room with attached kitchen, and slumped onto the black leather sofa. “Get your tea,” her father said. “It’s 7:45 and you have to be out of here in twenty minutes.” The girl didn’t move. She only closed her eyes and waited for someone else to do the menial task assigned to her. She was far too tired to actually make an effort to get up and make her own tea. Two minutes went by and her father got up resignedly to make her tea for her. She was pretty much asleep on the sofa and could do nothing that involved moving by that time. “Come get this tea,” he said. “It doesn’t take but two minutes to make.” She opened her eyes and got up, groaning, as she made her way to the kitchen to pick up the cup of tea that her father had made for her. She stirred two teaspoons of sugar into the tea and hobbled back to the sofa where her brother had just sat down, fully dressed. “What do you want?” her mother asked him. “Coffee,” he said. She went and made him coffee and handed him the steaming mug. “Alright, why don’t you get dressed?” she said to the girl. “In a minute,” the girl replied. She continued sipping her tea until it was about ten minutes until they had to leave. “Get dressed,” her mother said. “We have to leave in five minutes. Oh and did you do your homework?” “Yes, mother.” She rolled her eyes, sat the cup down, and got up to head to her room to get dressed. Ten minutes later, she was dressed, hair combed by pick, teeth brushed, glasses on top of her head, backpack on her back, and purse in hand, walking out the door to go to school. Her mother dropped off her brother first, then her. She walked slowly up to the school not even bothering to hurry since school didn’t technically start for another thirty-five minutes.
After school, she got in her mother’s car and they drove off towards home. “What do you have for homework?” her mother asked.
Boy…. What a never-ending cycle….
So whadja think?
The Never Ending Cycle of Homework
There was a bedroom. In that bedroom, there was a bed, a desk, a dresser, a bookcase, and a nightstand. There was also a TV, a cable box, several game consoles, a computer, an ancient stereo from 1998, and many, many books. Of those many books, about half were Japanese comic books, called manga, and the other half were fantasy novels and the like that were so thick no normal human would even pick them up. Reading one of these books was a girl. She was an ordinary girl seemingly, with long, scraggly, dirty blonde curls, and plain hazel eyes behind rounded-rectangular glasses. One thing that made her not so ordinary was her height. She was only 4’ 11 ½” tall, and in fact, was the very shortest person in her whole entire family to date. She had not grown in exactly two years and she did not expect to grow anymore in the future either. She was very skinny, and as some people would say, had a voluptuous figure. The girl didn’t exactly want to think about being voluptuous just yet, she was only fifteen you know, so she wore bulky t-shirts to hide the fact that she was as….shapely….as she was. The thought of people looking at her was very disturbing, so she dressed in stuff that would never show that off to feel calm and secure. The girl turned a page in her book, and calculating eyes swept over the page as a tidal wave would a city.
A knock came to the girl’s door and a high-pitched, almost whiny voice resounded through it. “Come on! Dinner’s ready! And are you doing your homework?” said the voice. “Yes mom!” replied the girl in an annoyed tone. She turned back to her book and continued reading. Five minutes later, another knock came to her door. “Come on dinner’s getting cold!” said a male voice. “Alright!” she said exasperatedly, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She laid the book open, face-down on the desk and headed out to the bedroom/den/dining room with attached kitchen. Her mother and father were sitting at the table, eating their dinner silently for once. “Where’s Hunter?” the girl asked. “He’s sleeping, now come eat,” said her father. She sat down at her place at the table and filled her plate up with tangy fajita chicken, mushy beans, and sweet-smelling rolls. There were potatoes as well, but she didn’t dare touch those. She considered potatoes some of the most disgusting things ever created. “So, are you doing your homework?” asked her mother. “Yes, mom!” she said angrily. “I told you that just five minutes ago!” The girl gave an aggravated sigh and started eating. Her brother, Hunter, came out of his room not ten minutes later, wanting dinner and sat down in the last remaining seat to eat. Conversations started up here and there, but she didn’t really take part in them except to give her opinion on a couple of things, which wasn’t very highly regarded since her mother claimed that her opinion was too negative. Soon she was the only one left at the table because everyone else had already finished dinner and gone off to watch TV. She picked up her half-eaten dinner and set it on the counter in the kitchen before heading back to her room, so graciously called That Hole by her mother. “Make sure you do your homework!” her mother called as she shut the door and locked it.
The girl sat back in her chair and picked up the book, starting where she had left off. Not even ten minutes had gone by when another knock came to her door. “Are you doing that homework? Open the door! I can see that there’s no light in there. How can you do your homework with no light?” It was her mother. She gave another aggravated sigh and put the book down once more to open the door for her mother since she knew that her mother would just pick the lock to get in if she didn’t answer. “What?” she sighed as she opened the door. “Turn some lights on in here,” her mother said. “And are you doing your homework?” “Yes!” the girl nearly screamed. “Oh really? Where is it?” The girl clenched her hands in irritation and anger, trying to quell the instinct to just strangle the woman there and then. “I’m reading my outside reading book for a project mother,” she ground out. “When is this project due?” her mother asked in her whiny voice. “In two weeks. Now please LEAVE ME ALONE!” she half-yelled. “Do you have any homework that you have to do that’s due tomorrow?” her mother asked. “NO,” the girl ground out venomously, “now, LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” “Alright, alright,” her mother reconciled, “just get it done.” Her mother left and the girl slammed the door shut and locked it once more after her.
She picked back up the book to continue reading, but found that she was too pissed off to concentrate on it. Heaving yet another aggravated sigh, she put the book down and turned to her computer. After clicking on an icon, the AOL sign in page popped up and she typed in her password. A page that was fuzzy and pink with comics and anime as the subject popped up along with a fuzzy pink buddy list. This was another one of her oddities. She vehemently abhorred pink and yet, her AOL homepage was fuzzy and pink. Maybe there was a girl in her after all… “Ugh. I hate pink. This fuzzy thing is hilarious though.” Or maybe not… She checked the six emails that had collected over the day and began to type replies when another knock came to her door. “Are you doing your homework sweetie?” It was her dad. “Yes Dad. I’m reading my book and replying to my emails.” “Alright,” he replied, “just Git R Done.” She sighed and went back to replying to her emails.
In the morning, she was awakened by her mother yelling, “Time to get up!!! Come on! Time to get up!” She groggily sat in bed and pushed her feet over the edge. Her mother shoved the door open. “Come on!!” she yelled, “I’ve been calling for you to wake up for half an hour!” The girl groggily stumbled of the bed, wobbled out into the bedroom/den/dining room with attached kitchen, and slumped onto the black leather sofa. “Get your tea,” her father said. “It’s 7:45 and you have to be out of here in twenty minutes.” The girl didn’t move. She only closed her eyes and waited for someone else to do the menial task assigned to her. She was far too tired to actually make an effort to get up and make her own tea. Two minutes went by and her father got up resignedly to make her tea for her. She was pretty much asleep on the sofa and could do nothing that involved moving by that time. “Come get this tea,” he said. “It doesn’t take but two minutes to make.” She opened her eyes and got up, groaning, as she made her way to the kitchen to pick up the cup of tea that her father had made for her. She stirred two teaspoons of sugar into the tea and hobbled back to the sofa where her brother had just sat down, fully dressed. “What do you want?” her mother asked him. “Coffee,” he said. She went and made him coffee and handed him the steaming mug. “Alright, why don’t you get dressed?” she said to the girl. “In a minute,” the girl replied. She continued sipping her tea until it was about ten minutes until they had to leave. “Get dressed,” her mother said. “We have to leave in five minutes. Oh and did you do your homework?” “Yes, mother.” She rolled her eyes, sat the cup down, and got up to head to her room to get dressed. Ten minutes later, she was dressed, hair combed by pick, teeth brushed, glasses on top of her head, backpack on her back, and purse in hand, walking out the door to go to school. Her mother dropped off her brother first, then her. She walked slowly up to the school not even bothering to hurry since school didn’t technically start for another thirty-five minutes.
After school, she got in her mother’s car and they drove off towards home. “What do you have for homework?” her mother asked.
Boy…. What a never-ending cycle….
So whadja think?
