My homework is towering over me and growing every day!
My hands are like sewing needles, not made for this much writing.
The deadlines for the work approaches every second like a jet and there is no end!
Tonight is my last night to work on my papers and my bed time is soon.
My eyes are squinting like an old man trying to read without glasses.
My hands want to come unattached like a zombie’s when he gets his arm caught on a wall.
I fear I hear people in my house like I am going crazy like the killer in Physco!
Little by little the tower shrinks like my grandma did.
By the next school morning I was finished and I had only one hour of sleep.
To bad I forgot today was Saturday.