I'm drowning in homework.

Well, get to it man!! Your little green light it on so I know you're here and not working.

Aw come on...what I'd do to be a carefree student again. No mortgage, kids whining about their homework, work, blah blah blah....
The grass is always greener.
So go do your homework, que?

I feel for you but i would have been finishing so i could go to the bar....

samgail said:

I feel for you but i would have been finishing so i could go to the bar....

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I studied for three hours today and then went to the bar. (I graduated college in 1986 and still have to study for interviews... )

likely excuse.

Since your light is dark, I assume you are still here in lurker mode. Don't think you can fool me with a silly little invisible option. Mother's know these things. Go study.

Homework, Shmomework.

Use the BottomlessCup System [SUP]TM[/SUP].

Do only your first class's homework at home. Then you do second class's work in the first class, third class in the second class and so on.

It's perfect.

Study hard, young man. The Bottomless Cup system only works assuming you arent likely to be called upon in class. The Spooky method of three hours studying, three hours in a bar only works if you are still sober enough to find your way home. Just remember - men are 4% smarter than women my boy - so you already have a good head start. We will check back with you at the end of the semester. Anything below a 3.0 GPA and I will personally assign you an essay as punishment. Of course it will be in English. Now get that rear in gear.

Buy the school, re-publish all of the textbooks using your own educational system where students rule the establishment and make the teachers do all the homework. Problem solved!



Os.

But at least you did your work...

Maybe try the Spookywriter technique? It will knock you out for sure...
10000

Good job!

Bart, that's what you get when you try and get one of those edu-macation thingos.

(Keep at it, you'll get there!)

spanish workbook= ummm. . . sort of done

explication of anton chekhov's "the lady with the little dog"= done and passed in

spanish test= 92% (class average=79%) By the way, this is the best I have ever done on a friggin spanish examen


astronomy BS. . . . I really don't care. . . umm. . . I'll do it when the test is close. . .

read my history of film textbook= hell yeah! We watched the Battleship Potemkin yesterday. . . good Soviet montage if I've ever seen one (which. . . I. . . haven't)

what else is there?

Statistics- yeah. . . . random sampling anyone?

For an english major I don't have very many english classes. . .

This is why I got myself an art degree. I spent seven years screwing around (yeah, I said seven years).

I decided "full time student" and dclary were NOT synonymous this semester and slashed my schedule down to one class that, sadly, doesn't even meet a degree requirement lol.

Bartholomew said:

at least splash my face in caffiene. X_X

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Consider it done...

Crap! I can't believe I just splashed coffee on the screen of my fancy new monitor...

i'm lucky, i got me a good maths teacher this year. he don't care about homework so much, he just wants you to get it right, you know?

my english teacher likes me, luckily.

my history teachers pretty good, which is good.

my art teacher is great, and he's funny.

my other teachers are good too, but i'm not too concerned about those subjects. still though, i gotta do them.

so i'm happy.

Ahh, at last the day has come when the professors forgot to assign homework. Oh bless their forgetful memories!

Maryn said:

And now it seems perfectly obvious why, after graduating with honors more than thirty years ago, I still have school-mares in which I'm unprepared for an exam, don't have my paper finished, realized I've never attended a class I enrolled in and forgot to drop, or arrive at class, all right--naked.

Maryn, who should bake cookies for her college students this weekend

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LOL I have school-mares too and I am they one writing the exam this weekend.

Last year, I had an English teacher who absolutely LOVED my writing, but especially my essays.

I had a school-mare where I dreamed that she didn't like me or my writing anymore. She started turning all mean to me and started yelling at me for no apparent reason. In the dream, I was thinking, "What did I do? Why doesn't she like me anymore?"

And then I woke up, found out it was all a dream, and found that there were tears in my eyes.

I just can't completely forget that dream. It was so vivid and seemed so real. I have the weirdest dreams. Some of them I thought were good story ideas. Heh.