Ah, the joys of homework. The tears shed, the blood spilled. The screams of frustration when you see a worksheet, the mind-numbing boredom when you have four zillion math problems to do, the confusion when nothing makes sense.
Then we go back to school, crawl in gasping and panting, our clothes torn, our bones broken, our bodies bruised, having barely survived the epic battle with the deadly homework monster. Our teacher looks at us, at the tortured souls before them, then announces, "So tonight's homework will be..." And the cycle begins anew.
Yes, homework can be a nightmare sometimes. Especially when they want you to do math. Or history. Or basically anything that doesn't involve petting kittens and puppies, or drawing wolves while your teacher drones on about a subject, World War II or something. Who knows, you stopped listening after "bla bla bla". (Hmm, maybe that's why you got a C on your last test.)