Sometimes, I am sitting around at home, in my pink penguin pyjamas, half browsing the Internet, and half watching whatever is on TLC, and someone on Snark mentions the word “homework.”

I’m sure most people who are beyond the grasps of school see this word, and maybe feel relief at the lack of homework found in day-to-day “grown up,” life. Some may even feel a weak tinge of melancholy, thinking of carefree schooldays gone past.

Not I. I feel an intense flip flop feeling in my stomach, which can only be identified as the feeling one receives when one realizes just how much one truly misses something.

Now, I’ve missed people before, obviously. And I’ve missed things. But this thing seems.. different. This thing was something I often misplaced in school. In the case of mathematics, I used to rush doing this thing two minutes before class. Now, I miss it oh, so dreadfully!

Admittedly, I sometimes write essays for fun, or help others with their own school assignments. But… that doesn’t count! They don’t get graded! I want a grade! I need my work to be validated, and praised!

Did I ever tell you guys about the time, in English 30-1 (i.e. the highest level of English in the high school system) I got 100% on my essay comparing and contrasting Hamlet and Death of a Salesman — WITHOUT READING EITHER TEXT?! It was amazing! It was inspired! I want more chances to prove myself!!