Okay, so I have to do this homework, this homework that is over 50 points, so I can keep doing well in my Algebra class. That sounds pretty easy. I could finish this in less than an hour if I really make myself focus.

I don’t want to do this. This is so boring. I already know how to do this. Polynomials are not hard at all. I just want to do that project for art. Making drawings is actually fun, especially when trying to make that painting realistic.

I have to do this. I have to keep my grades up. I want to get a good job where I can express myself as creatively as I want to. I will make for a fine artist someday. But that day won’t happen if I don’t just do this now. Okay, let’s get started with the first problem.

This is so easy. I just have to apply the distributive pepperty with this one. I just have to multiply this with the coefficients. Add these exponents. Boom! Done! Very easy. Now, let’s get that project out of my bag. I want to get that done right now.

Good. I’m going through my bag. I can get both my calculator and pencil sharpener out of my pencil bag. The calculator could help me get this done quicker, and the pencil sharpener could help me just in case my pencil breaks or something like that happens.

Why am I getting out this stuff? This homework is easy. I can do all of it in my head as quickly as I can snap my fingers, atleast with my right hand, which should not be holding this calculator. I don’t even need it at all. What I need is just a pencil with a different sheet of paper. Or maybe……..I don’t. Honestly, these numbers……With how they are……..Could actually be a good source of inspiration, and I could make few things on this paper as long as it doesn’t get in the way of the math.

What am I doing? Just sitting here, randomly doodling on math homework? This does not make any sense. There’s another time to do this. Not right now. I have to do this homework. It’s all I have left to do that’s due tomorrow, not next week, like that art project. I just have to do it. I mean, it’s not very difficult.

That’s the problem. It’s so easy. I don’t know why I have to do homework like this all the time. All it does is just waste my valuable time. Time I could be using to do something I actually want to do for the rest of my life. That has some sort of meaning.

Why won’t I just get this done? All I have left to do are just two more problems. That’s all! I mean, Jeez, it’s been close to two hours since I’ve been working on this. It shouldn’t take me this long to finish this. It’s just ridiculous!

It’s just ridiculous! all I have to do is just add these polynomials and do this multiplying shape problem. I can solve these without even slightly focusing or trying. Such a waste of time. Screw this! I’m getting up, and I’m going to draw something, anything, in my room. Doing something that matters, that actually makes me happy.

Going up the stairs after doing this pretty easy math for so long for some reason is great. Keeps me physically active. I’ll just keep going up and down for maybe a few minutes. That’ll probably be good enough.

Why couldn’t I get to my room?! Come on, it’s not that hard to just walk to a room. Now, here I am again. Just sitting down, having to finish this up.

Okay, so I just need to add the first number in parentheses on the left side with the one on the right, just like the second one on the left to the right and the third one on the left to the right. Yep, really easy. Got that one done in most likely less than a minute. Okay, anyways, now I get to the one in shapes. The last one I have to solve. Then, I can just go to bed, knowing I have nothing to worry about.

This isn’t high school math! This can be solved by toddlers. Boring homework. Boring problems. Boring math. Boring numbers. Boring squares. Boring squares with numbers. Boring………squares with a big, sketchy eyeball coming out of the middle with numbers. That square with dragon wings and a rat’s tail made out of rats with numbers. That square with long, thin legs and feet larger than it with numbers. I think I like this. Yeah, I’m enjoying this quite a bit.

I loathe this so much! What am I doing, drawing wings, a loose eyeball, and this rat’s tail made out of rats. I mean, who thinks of stuff like this, a lunatic from an asylum? I’m erasing all of this at once.

What am I doing, erasing all of these drawings? Why am I getting out my calculator, multiplying the sides of this square? Now, what am I doing, writing out this equation and the answer to it?

Finally, I am now done with this. This homework, that frankly, I should already have finished hours ago. I’ll just put this away in my accordion. It will go under the math folder. Ah, yes! There we go! Now, I can just go upstairs and get ready for bed.

I can’t believe how much time I wasted doing math. Not fun math. Just typical, and I know I have said this a dozen times, BORING math. I wished I would have had time to just draw whatever I wanted to draw. I think today would have ended up being better.

Okay, so I am putting on my pajamas. Making sure that they fit me, that they’re nice-looking.

They are. That’s great. I just got to buttened-up my shirt. Yep, done with that. Now, I have to brush my teeth.

Having to put on my pajamas. Having to brush my teeth. Having to floss. Having to stretch. Having to do all of this every night. Having to suffer in repetitive motony of endless motony, adding up more motony, then more motony, piling on more motony, and more moto-

Okay, so I just have a few more teeth left to floss.

Then I’ll be good to go stretching. Fifth-to-last tooth. Fourth-to-last tooth. Third-to-last tooth. Second-to-last tooth. Here’s the last tooth. Alright, I’m done taking care of my teeth. I’m going to turn off this light, get out of the bathroom, go to my room, stretch, then go to sleep. Perfect. Perfect, every single time.

Tiring. Tiring, every single time. Just stretching out. Not drawing. Not painting. Not writing. Not doing anything fun, just this. And only this. Why?

Why? Why am I not tired? Why do I feel like something is missing today? It’s precisely 10:00, I’m tired, and I did everything I was supposed to. So, what could be wrong? Well, I do usually draw at some point during the day, every day. I didn’t get to it now, so that could be it. I mean, I can technically stay up late until 10:40 because I get up usually at 7:00, so I would still get around eight hours of sleep. That’s good. I guess I could draw for a while to kill the short amount of time I have.

I couldn’t agree more.