Sunday Evenings
Aah Sunday, family day … holy day ... finishing last minute homework assignments day.
As soon as Friday hits you forget about anything related to school. Homework? You act like that word is not in your vocabulary. You seem to have forgotten that just yesterday you stayed up until 3 in the morning studying for an exam that you scheduled to study for every day for the past two weeks. Of course, you always moved it to “Must do tomorrow” on your agenda every day until yesterday hit. As if studying wasn’t so important to your nuclear medicine physics class. Even the name is hard to remember, let alone the material.
On Thursday morning you swore to who knows who as you said aloud in your tiny, yet messy bedroom that you would NEVER do this again. Your eyes red from staring at your notes and books for too many hours without a break. Although you planned to stay awake until your exam time, your eyes closed slowly as they covered your eyes like a warm blanket every 15 seconds. You told yourself that you were tired of being exhausted all day because of staying up late at night doing homework that could have been done earlier.
So now it is Sunday evening, exactly two and a half days since you even glanced at your backpack. You can’t ignore the reminders you set on your phone to start your homework any longer. You kept ignoring them, thinking you could start later and still finish by 10…11 the latest tonight. It is now 8:45 p.m. and that time no longer seems to be something you can accomplish. You crack open the slightly used book to study, but you keep telling yourself that you should have started earlier. With each thought you take, the more time you waste. It is now 2:13 in the morning, and you are hating yourself almost as much as you did Thursday morning. You start telling yourself once again, that this will NEVER happen again. You are tired of staying up late at night doing what you could have done earlier.
