Melissa sat at the table in the ASG office, steadily working her way through the problems in her AP statistics book, occasionally blowing out a puff of air to get her hair out of her face as she waited for Sheila to arrive. When she finished the assignment, she reached over to her planner and to her syllabus and crossed the assignment off on both, and then looked longingly at the next item on the syllabus.
I should do my English homework instead, she frowned guiltily.
I'm already three weeks ahead in stats. But English is booooooooooring. She sighed heavily and reluctantly closed her book and slid her assignment into her binder, having every intention to flip to the English section, but for some reason, instead, she found herself reaching into her bag for her ASG binder instead.
Well, this is more important, she reasoned, ignoring that she actually had nothing to do for ASG that wasn't already done.
This is stuff that people are depending on me for. No one else is affected if I show up to English class with the reading done but the questions only answered in my head.It was just so stupid, having to do the assignment in writing when she had answered the questions in her head as she was reading and considering that they'd be discussing it in class anyway. It was like doing the same work three times.
Bleh!Luckily, though, at that moment, Sheila showed up in the doorway and Melissa gladly slapped her school binder shut. "Hey! Partner! You're saving me from a fate worse than death: repetitive and mindless busywork. Get in here!"