Ritual for (Not) Doing Homework on Weekends

On Friday afternoon, arrange something entertaining to do over the weekend.
Disembark at home and unwind for while.
Parents begin to inquire about the workload due.
Blow it off and tell them its no big deal, they shouldn't worry about it.
Parents disagree with your plans.
"It is compulsory that you finish on Friday night if you wish to partake in any activities."
Start homework but get jaded and distracted by much more interesting things.
Finish no homework that night but inevitably stay up past 12.
Parents ask for a status report next morning and you tell them the situation is under control.
Disappear to a friend's house until Sunday afternoon.
Come home and remember the work your parents think you did.
Work until your eyes refuse to open and your body's battery is drained
Promise yourself that next weekend will be different.

Bongo: True or Phony

Bongo's school website does show what school life is like here pretty well. The site advertises many pictures of our buildings and there isn't really any way to contest if thats phony or not. These are the facilities that we learn in and some people will try to judge the campus by outsides of buildings but while I am in class I don't really remember that Pauahi was built many years ago or that the science center has the latest energy saving technology. Most of the pictures show students working hard but still smiling and having fun while doing it. There is a lot of work to be done by a student here but we also all have our fun breaks or projects so why not put those together in one picture. The timeline in the History section of About Us begins in 1829 and that history is something the school is proud of so they just want to show it off. The only thing I saw odd was the About Bongo section. It talks about ethnic diversity, a community of educational excellence and that it is, "The largest independent school in the United States." This seems like every area is too perfect and a little unbelievable.

Termite Story

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. So buzz off because I have work to do and wood to eat and time aint the cheapest thing in the world for me right now. My colony has been occupied with work since last winter when the rains flooded out our trails. Torrents of water destroyed years of labor soaking up tunnels and washing away larvae. Even some of my hundreds of relatives died as they were sucked down the burrows they dug out themselves. It was a devastating day and those who did survive took shelter in the Superdome-hive.

Talking about this only uncovers the pain of hundreds that was buried for not long enough. However, talking to you makes me feel like I can trust you so I'll tell you a little about me. My name is Arnik and I am a born and raised worker termite from the Boog clan. Both my parents work in the same quarter as I but they are nocturnal. They both work when human lights are out so I can barely even catch a glimpse of them before I have to go to work once they return. I am the primary man of operations and I soften the wood with my saliva so that the diggers can have an easier time penetrating. Although I am young, I have an extremely important job and without workers like me there would be nothing.

Being in this colony keeps my values straight and I can constantly become a better insect and worker. What we are mainly taught in school is teamwork and how the colony must function as a whole rather then separate parts in order to be stronger. That's all the time I can take off for now but we'll catch up later. Boy, all this talking has made my mouth dry. Well, back to work.