It was 16th of January, a Saturday. My parents were out, bringing home the bread and butter. My hand phone shrilled the lyrics of “Billie Jean” and I consumed a gigantic amount of energy stretching to turn off the alarm. I glanced at my watch. The numbers 8.30 flashed back at me. My parent told me the night before to fetch my sister to her primary school for her volleyball training session. I dragged myself off the bed and to the cupboard, where I grabbed a Bossini shirt and shorts. In the bathroom, searing hot water rushed over my strained body in torrents. It made me feel reinvigorated, ready to face any obstacle that was in my way. When I emerged out of the bathroom, my sister was already waiting for me. Donning her number 2 jersey with pride, she grabbed her water bottle and we set off for the bus stop. On the bus, we started talking about volleyball. Although I’m no avid fan of the sport, I still knew some tips about the game. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived at the school bus stop. As her training was 2 hours, I was alone in my old primary school, and I did not want to make 4 trips(fetching my sister from school and returning home)to and fro, I decided to do some of the homework that I had brought along. I bought a 100 plus from the drink stall and gulped the drink down. Within no time, an empty bottle was what remained. Rejuvenated with a new wave of strength, I tackled the mathematics questions first. Algebra was always my nemesis, but I was surprised at the way I had completed the worksheet in less than 30 minutes. “Quality. Not quantity.” My mother’s ever-stern voice reverberated in my head .It did not matter how fast I did the questions but whether they were correct. I tallied the answers I got with the answer sheet, and to my great surprise, not a question was wrong. I glanced up and saw many other primary school students running around, making a cacophony of noises. But at the corner of my eye, there was a girl playing the er hu.It was a soothing rhythm that calmed my frazzled nerves. I did Chinese this time and within the next 20 minutes, it was done. I checked my script and edited my mistakes. The efficiency in just concentrating and completing my assignments appalled me. In less than one hour, I had completed two assignments, and it would usually take me 2 hours to do just that. The next hour was spent doing sewing for home economics. “ Time goes by when you’re having fun”. Although I wouldn’t classify doing homework as fun, I had completed a series of assignments without much distractions and the sight of no laptop on the table allowed me to focus 100% on the homework. I don’t enjoy doing homework, but due to boredom ,I had completed most of my homework and was enjoying the fruits of my labour.
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