Dear Homework,

I feel silly writing this letter to you seeing as you and I talked not even twenty-four hours ago. It seems we talk a lot these days. I understand that our conversations are necessary; however, you must know by now that I am exhausted. Our conversations drag on from afternoon till the sun goes down and half the time I couldn't be any less interested in what you have to say. I don't mean to be so harsh; in fact I have lied to you dear homework. It is not as much that you bore me, but rather that you are all consuming. You have taken away my time dear homework. And with my time you have taken away my words and my thoughts. I spend all my time talking to you homework, all my words belong to you. I find that my words are no longer going out to my friends and family and the people I love as much as they once did. Instead my words are landing upon pages and pages and pages of your endless notebooks. You have turned my thoughts into that of only five letters: A, B, C, D, and F. Homework don't you see? There is no time to think anymore. It is only you! It is only you and your five letters. Do you know what they tell me homework? They say that I am young and that these are some of the greatest years of my life. But I must tell you, for being only 17 years old my hands feel like they should belong to that of someone over 70 from all the history and math lessons they've written down. I never imagined that the "best years of my life" would be full of so many graphs and reading assignments. I know I've been dramatic about you homework and I must apologize. One day I will address this very same letter to taxes, or a troublesome co-worker; I know, I know. I know you're only here to help. I just hope it's worth it; I hope everything you have put me through has been worth it. I must tell you, you do have a funny way of helping homework. I must end my letter to you now; It seems I've already spent too much of my time and too many of my words on this message to you. I really should be starting my homework now.

- Sincerley, your adoring and completely exhausted student....or slave....whichever you prefer!