I slam my homework on the table, praying on my knees that I don’t have a surprising assignment that is due tomorrow and requires a whole lot of equipment that I don’t have. Before I start to stress and in frustration, rip my hair out, my mum calls, “Darling come down for dinner. It’s your favourite”. I rush down the stairs in excitement totally forgetting about my homework. As I slurp down the delicious pasta and gulp a big sip of Coke I enjoy my dinner peacefully. After a sweet tiramisu for dessert I plod up the stairs with a filled tummy ready to go to bed. As I am about to turn off the lights, I take a quick look at the room... and sitting on my table, giving me an evil stare is my homework book. I had completely forgotten about it and just when things couldn’t get worse, mum exclaims, “Lights out in 5!” I panic and think of all the negative things that are going to happen. I really don’t want to but I dare myself to open the homework book. I wish I hadn't because the sheet says, in big, bold, black writing: “Create a time line about the Gold Rush Era then study a miner and either write 5 diary entries from them or write a 500 word information report on them”. It also stated that it has to be handed in TOMORROW! I also read that this needs to be presented on A3 paper. I gulp in shame and worry! Knowing the consequences will be harsh, I get scared. For a moment I had the idea of printing off some information from the internet and as I jump on the computer with excitement I realise that I could get a big fine for copywriting and even if that wouldn’t occur, I don’t have any A3 paper so I stress. What am I going to do?? I’m doomed...
No More Homework
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