Homework =S
Hi! It’s been a long time since I don’t write because I’ve been on vacation. Sadly, I have one more week left and then torture will start. I don’t totally dislike school because you get to see your friends and after a while of being in vacation I get bored, but I don’t like homework. I really don’t see the point in teachers leaving us homework. I mean, they say that its for us to practice on our own, but we can practice during class. Also homework is not good for our health because sometimes we need to stay up late and we barely get some sleep. Then the next, morning you can fall asleep during a class which bring us to more problems. You might get punished or teachers will call your attention and if there’s homework left abut the lesson you missed then you have to figure it out at home or ask a classmate for help. So mainly, for me, that my number one torture from school, specially because I am one of those persons who leave things for the last minute. Instead of doing homework on weekends, I hang out with friends. I sometimes try to do my homework, but once you get online on MSN a Saturday, friends start talking to you and inviting you to go somewhere. So then you’re attention is drawn from your homework to the computer leaving your homework behind. I know I shouldn’t turn on the computer before finishing my homework, but watching my computer just sitting there is tempting because you know that the computer has way more interesting stuff then a sheet of paper with math equations has. So then after a tiring, entertaining and fun day of hanging out with my friends I go to sleep. The next morning I wake, open my eyes, and its probably like 7 a.m. since I’m used to school sleeping and waking up schedule, but then I remember that today is Sunday. Part of myself tells me to get out of bed and carry myself to my desk to advance my homework so I have less homework during the week. On the other hand, the other part me tells me that is Sunday and Sundays to me mean resting day. I could say this decision takes less then a second to be made. You probably already know the answer and of course I choose to keep sleeping, so I close my eyes and then suddenly find myself disconnected from my surroundings. The rest of day goes by the same way, you know, “resting” which means watching t.v., being in the computer, or reading. The next thing I know my weekend has gone so fast and the week has started. During the next days I find myself with a cup coffee at night that helps me stay awake to be able to finish up. Really, part of my torture is my own very fault because of the decisions I made, but then again none of this would’ve happened if teachers wouldn’t leave homework at all. Of course, they won’t ever stop giving us homework because they like to see our expressions when we get an “F” on the homework that took all night to finish. Sometimes they find funny our confused looks on our face, but really all we want to do as soon the bell rings is get up, go to trash can, and throw it away. We don’t want to ever see that homework again because it took away our time to be doing something fun. The moment we’re crumpling our paper into a small ball ready for it to be thrown away, your teacher comes by telling you that you should keep it to help you study for a test. Then I look at the paper and think to myself, “ How can I concentrate on this piece of paper that will help me studying for a test when all I can really concentrate is on the big red “F” that is written at the top corner of my homework?. But we, as students obey and just take the ball and shove it deep into our backpack hoping you nobody sees it. You had a terrible non-sleeping week and besides that you know that you got an “F” on your assignment, but you’re happy because its Friday and you get to hang out with friends. You call your mom to ask for permission and she flatly says no. You argue with her and ask her why and then of course you didn’t have to wait for her answer you already knew why. It was the big, fat “F” you got and you start to wonder how she knows about it, but that doesn’t really matter what it does is that she knows and you’re grounded. Homework just brings us problem and yet teachers keep giving us more. Okay, I got to admit sometimes they do help us out, but we, students, just hate it.
CoLoRinG…?
“Go finish your drawing.” These are words usually said to me by my art teacher. “It’s finished,” I say. “No it is not.” “What is it missing?” I ask him. “Color, it’s missing color, he replies.” I roll my eyes and go back down to sit. I grab the markers and color pencils and stare at them trying to figure out the color that will fit the best because the colors will never look the same as the ones from the original picture. I take the color pencil in my hand and barely color the spaces. It so light, you can barely see it. “Now I’m done,” I say. “Oh come on! Add some color I can barely see that. Plus, there are some white spaces,” he answers. I sit back down and stare at my picture. “I don’t like it with color. I like black and white drawings,” I mumbled. I kept staring at my picture and all I could hear was the clock ticking. Then I thought to myself, ” Color has ruined my drawing.” After a while, I took the color pencil in my hand sharpened it and started coloring harder. With only ten minutes left to class, I had finally finished my drawing. “How about now? Is this better?” I asked him. “It’s pretty good.” Then I asked myself, “Pretty good?! It took me so much time and even though I didn’t want to color it I colored it only because you told me to and that all you say!?” I was surprised by his reply. I was even surprised at how my drawing came out because it wasn’t that bad with color. The bell rang and I took the drawing with me. When I got home I should it to me mother and she liked it. She grabbed my drawing and placed it in a folder. My mother usually takes care of all the drawings I make. She even has the ones when I was little. After that day, I began to like color. Later on, I tried other technique by using pastels. By now, pastels are my favorite and I use them every single time I make a drawing and color it. When I take a pastel in my hand is gives me a feeling because they are so smooth and they come in a variety of colors. The best part about pastels is that you don’t need to color one space with the pastel the only thing I do is outline my drawing with the pastel I want. Then I run my finger along the border pushing the color towards the center. It gives it an effect of smooth picture. Pastels are very similar to chalks. Sometimes a grab a black piece of paper and draw with pastels because the color are more noticeable the on the white one. I think that if it hadn’t been because of my art teacher, I would probably, today, still be drawing black and white pictures. I decided to post this video because you can see how this person paints with pastels and at the end his drawing is amazing. Also you can see how he uses his finger to spread the coloring.
This is a drawing I made for my sister on her birthday.
