The majority of the homework assignments I’ve received since the start of school have involved intense textbook reading. I’ve read enough Flannery O’Connor stories to realize they’re essentially all the same, yet very entertaining nevertheless. I’ve journeyed through The Black Death and The Hundred Years’ War and Charlemagne’s reign. I’ve been reminded of why Charles Darwin is one of my few heroes. Needless to say, my brain is about to erupt with an overflow of information. At least my hand isn’t cramping from too many writing assignments…I guess.
In a perfect world, an influx of reading assignments would work in my favor. I love reading, and I hate writing anything that isn’t a blog. But sadly, the the world I call my home is far from perfect. It’s full of barking dogs, blaring TVs, and chatty parents. You’d never know that only three people live here. It’s a mad house, I tell ya. A mad house. A girl can’t get any peace and quiet, and this particular girl needs peace and quiet to read textbooks.
I’m a quick reader, but it takes me two hours to read thirty pages because of all the distractions. Today, for instance, I was on the track to completing the first chapter of my Biology book before 7pm. Then my mom barged in from work an hour early.
“How was your day, hun?”
“Good.”
“Did you do anything interesting?”
“No.”
“Oh. How are Dana and Kristin?”
“Peachy.”
“That’s nice.”
I thought she got the hint that I was entranced by the different kingdoms of the Eukarya domain, because she left the conversation at that and went upstairs to change out of her fancy pants work clothes. Good. I love the old broad and hate to be rude, but time is money…or something. I don’t really know how to make that phrase apply to school.
Five minutes later, she’s back.
“Did you hear your brother got the job?”
Of course I heard. You texted me about it earlier. But I decided to keep my sass to myself and put down my book to join her in the kitchen for some good ol’ fashion bonding. It was pleasant, but now it’s 10:40 and I’m slopping together this blog as I try to finish up the last two sections of the chapter.
Once I go off to college, though, I’m sure I’ll miss the distractions. Peace and quiet might come as a shock to my system. I’ll probably get all barfy and have to start sitting next to Lake Shore Drive to relieve my nauseousness. Hundreds of cars whizzing by, honking and revving and spewing exhaust all the while. Ahhhh. How lovely.
I definitely missed all the distractions when I first moved out. No matter how much better you can concentrate, there are no longer people you can sit with and chat to when you’ve had enough quiet time =P
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