Getting Things Done
Risa, Age 12, Sherwood Park, AB

One day as I was walking home from school, I realized that I had a ten page assignment, six chapters to read, eight pages in math, three questions in social studies, a picture to draw for art, four countries to research and three theory exams  to finish for THE NEXT DAY!!  Boy was I in trouble!  I hurried home to find my goldfish jumping in the air, doing circles, and blowing a million bubbles.  I was so excited I  didn’t even notice Joee, who was putting melted, squishy, brown chocolate all over his face.  When I heard a scream, I jumped around to find a pile of gummy bears lying  at my feet.  Well, I guess it wasn’t exactly lying at my feet because the pile was bigger than my room.  It didn’t bother me; it just made me even more excited.  I jumped in  the pile and started eating.  It wasn’t long after that when I discovered that I was now  on the other side of the pile. I crawled to my feet and remembered that I had a gwajillion things to do, (if that’s even a word).

I raced around trying desperately to find my math book when I remembered that  today was my day to make supper.  I rummaged through cookbooks trying to find an  easy recipe to make.  Well, if you think finding a recipe in my house is easy, you’re one hundred percent wrong  (That is, if you don’t like cleaning.)  By the time I found a  recipe it was already six o’clock.  To make matters worse, mom and dad weren’t home from work yet.  Right in the middle of making a salad, my mom burst through the door with a ton of books.  She told me to read while she got supper ready.  I tried  as hard as I possibly could to tell her that I had a gwajillion things to do, but she  insisted that I read.  So I went off to my room to read.  About ten and a half seconds  after I closed my door, she yelled after me, “What should we have for supper?”

I told her that I had already started making spaghetti, but she just didn’t seem to understand.  I went back to my room, miserable.  Well, as you can tell, I wasn’t doing too well in the “Getting things done” department.  I still had a five page  assignment, two chapters to read, nine pages of math, six questions in social studies, a picture to draw for art, four countries to research and three theory exams to do.   No, wait, was that seven chapters to read, or maybe it was five theory exams.  No that  didn’t seem right.  It had to be three pages of math, but that didn’t seem right either. I couldn’t think straight and my mind was going crazy when all of a sudden, dad walked in and announced that my room needed cleaning.  “OH NO!” I thought.  How can this be happening to me?  My dad insisted that I clean my room right now so I had no choice but to clean.  I was doomed.

“Supper!” called mom.

“I can’t”, I thought, “I don’t have time.”  Mom wouldn’t take no for an answer.  She  informed me that we were going over to a friend’s house after and she couldn’t have me being hungry there.  Was it just me or was I going to get zero on all of my  homework.  Well, I guess I didn’t have any choice, but to explain to my teacher what  happened.  I thought that now would be a good time to do my homework.  I went to find it, but couldn’t remember where I put it.  I thought that it might be in my  backpack, but I thought that I remembered putting it on the counter.  I searched all  over my house.  I finally found it and I was relieved to find out that I only had math to finish before I could go to bed at twelve thirty a.m.  I had just finished my math when  Cathy (my best friend) called.

"Did you finish your homework?" she asked.

"Yep,"  I said, very proud to be able to tell her this.

"Me too," she said in that snotty little voice of hers.  "Well, I was just calling to see if you needed any help, but seeing as you're done I guess I should let you go.  'Bye."

"'Bye," I said, glad to be able to get rid of her and able to crawl into bed.

"Oh! And don't forget to bring your Rombicosidodecahedron to school tomorrow."

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