I opened up my computer, my eyes like big round grapes ready to be picked. I was staring blankly at the screen like there was something there but no one could seem to find it. I was about to do my RSM homework, or the most boring thing on the planet. Most kids, like me, hate homework but RSM is homework times infinity to the power of 100. I sit down and wait, looking through my notes seeing what I should do and what I should not do. My dad is at hockey so I can't be helped, and all of this trouble for some stupid homework. I couldn't believe it, I screamed, "This RSM is rigged" I was triggered, "Nothing can stop me from dropping out of RSM" I yelled. With tears streaming down my eyes. I yelled and screamed squirming in my seat like a worm digging through the soil.
All of a sudden the door screeched open and my dad was home, I screamed with joy. Teary-eyed and smiling, I ran down the hall sprinting faster than a cheetah, my mom rounded the corner. "can I help you with anything," she said in a perplexed tone, "are you okay," She continued in the same perplexed tone. I replied in a jumble of words, "I was doing my homework and there was a tough problem and I couldn't do it and and and and," I stuttered, "The homework is rigged against me,". "Take a chill pill," my mom said, "sorry, they were out of stock," I replied in a sarcastic tone while fidgeting with my hands. "If you calm down I can help you," She said calmly, and then resumed, "I can't help you when you're in this state," She said in a conservative tone. "I can't do it," I said in a moan that seemed to rumble the earth and shake the trees outside. Then, the world seemed to stop, and for a short moment I felt the tension between my mom and I.
"ANDREW SUTHERLAND RUSSEL," She yelled, "YOU ARE DOING YOU RSM HOMEWORK OR ELSE YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE YOUR FRIENDS THIS WEEKEND!" I was furious. "FINE," I shouted and stormed back to the homework room and slammed the door, "OWWWWWW," I yelled, my fingers in the doorway. There were tears streaming down my face like a waterfall that had a seemingly endless amount of water. "All of this for some homework, Yeash," I said in my mind. My fingers were still throbbing with pain from slamming the door with that much force.
All of my concentration at the moment was on that single problem, problem 5C. Problem 5C was the hardest problem on the homework; we had gone over problems like this in class so I knew what to do, but I also didn't know what to do at the same time. I had an adrenaline rush, new renown energy coursing through my veins like a horse galloping at its highest speed. "All I needed to do was this final problem and I would be finished for the week," I said to myself with a reassuring tone. I continued to solve this dreaded problem.
I started looking through notes of past classes, racing through paragraphs of numbers and mountains of pages. It seemed to take forever, palaces of distant pages, thrown out over the years. If only they were still here to guide me through this tough and challenging problem. I looked to find an answer to this final finishing question, an omen was lurking over me and I thought to myself, "what would happen if the answer was not in my notes?" and with that thought a bead of sweat dripped down my face as I awaited my destiny. Was it going to be the answer to the problem or this terrible fate that I wish not to happen? Twisting, turning, and swirling my stomach went as I looked through my notes. Fronts of pages, backs of pages flooding my memory I look down and see it. I could almost visualize gods and goddesses humming the sweetest tune that surrounded me. I seemed to lift up and float, being suspended in the air, and this precious page seemed to come to my mind. This page that I thought of was no ordinary page, it was the page that had not only had the answer but the key to doing all of the homework too. This page was the key to doing my homework and finishing it once and for all.
Once I typed the answer in, a loading wheel began to spin, minutes, hours, days, weeks it felt so long. I was starting to think that it wasn't the answer to the problem when the screen showed a green banner that said, "Correct" it also said, "You have unlocked your formidable quest for lesson 2 homework." I was relieved. All of the heavens seemed to crash down on me and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "WE DID IT WE DID IT WE DID IT YAY. WE FINISHED OUR RUSSIAN MATH WE DID WE DID IT WE DID IT YAY." I was gasping for air after that but I felt so relieved. It seemed as if one bajillion pounds of weight slipped off of me and into a hole. The adrenaline was great, all of my homework was done and all of the time in the world to play with my friends.
I ran faster than a cheetah, past the kitchen, past my sisters room into the laundry room. I gasped for air as I said, "all of my RSM is completed," my mom said back, "see, you can do your RSM and you don't need me there for it," I moaned back, "but what about the hard problems!" "see honey, you just did one, you don't need me to help you." I sighed and said, "you're right," I dashed down the stairs, grabbed my iPad and used up the rest of my day on my IPad.
