There are two things in the world which I hate: not getting enough sleep, and doing homework. Right now my book is sitting there, and I refuse to do it. Usually it takes fifteen minutes to push my happiness and fun own the drain, then it takes a long while to do all of it, since between each problem I begin staring outside, deep in the thought of how much more entertaining it is to do so than my work. Afterward I don't feel any more enlightened, and the next day I don't get full credit because I didn't think writing all of the directions was necessary for me to remember what it was about.
If homework was abolished, I would be super-happy always. Right now the system is stamping out my god-given right of the pursuit of happiness. I HAVE MY RIGHTS! IT SAID SO IN THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE!
