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Personal Narrative Essay : Homework Is A Waste Of Time

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“Tal!” “What Mom?” “Did you finish your homework?”
“No.” I had lots of homework, but it was only 5:00. I had 4 hours before nine. That was when I had to sleep. Or in my case, play games on my iPad until I become sleepy and realize I didn’t finish my homework. I’m Tal, a 13 -year -old boy and I live with my brother Kai. He's 9. We all live in Saratoga. I have lots of homework, but I don’t do it in time. I do it at night. A few days later, my mom asks me if I want to play with my friends. I said yes. Of course, she wanted me to finish my homework first. Well, because of my homework I never have time to play with my friends. I don’t understand the importance of doing work. Homework is a waste of time. Since I despise homework, I decide to give up school during the second trimester.
After a few months my mom calls me, “Tal...” I sense something is wrong. I brace myself for the screaming. I know why. Then it happens. I could feel her smelly breath as she screamed at me. It all came so fast I didn’t feel a thing after the crying and screaming stopped. It was then I noticed she was also crying. “I don’t understand it…” she wept. Deep down inside I felt sorry for her. Ever since her dad died she’s been increasingly depressed. I look at the couch next to her and take my report card. Why is she so sad? I run to my room as Kai looks at me as if I had killed our mother. I won’t dare to open it. During dinner my father asks to see the

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