It's not a pleasant feeling when it's like you don't even have time to breathe.
Let alone get schoolwork accomplished, successfully, do housework, make sure promises you make are kept, and to take care of yourself.
When things randomly come up you can't avoid them, or just don't want to, and then all the pressure is on. Way more pressure than before, when you had hours and hours and hours of work awaiting at home.

You can't escape.
There's no place to escape.
And instead of doing that work, you dream up of an isolated place where you actually can escape.
A place where you'll never arrive.

Everyone says that it's easy to get through all that work, that if you put your mind to it then it'll be done.
It's not as simple as that though.
It takes time, effort, and skill.

But people want to do what they enjoy, right?
So what's the point of doing all that stupid, useless work?
Reinforce what you did or didn't do in class, to keep something tidy, to not disappoint anyone.

Where am I going with this?
I don't really know.
It's Monday morning, I didn't get any sleep and I'm all ready for school.
It's 6:40, I have another 40 minutes before I leave and I just need to pack up and put my shoes on.
Then I'm out the door.
On my way to school, then coming back home, doing that stupid homework and whatnot.