I have a confession. I'm not a fan of weekends. Now, I realize it's not really worth writing it in the body, since you already know that from the title, but I feel, a better way to increase one's wall of text count to randomly ramble and mention that one is rambling randomly.

Now, I don't think my opinion would be the popular one, even among those who love school. But let me explain myself and please lay down those pitchforks, so I can stop emptying my bladder.

I have a few reasons as to why I dislike weekends.

I for one, love studying. It's always an exciting time, learning new things and making new connections. The best part about it is, is that it never ends.

Except on the weekends. Oh, how I hate the weekends. I just can't study on the weekends. It's because, like many reactions, I need a catalyst to begin my study. I can't just say "Oh, I'll just read up on my Chemistry today". No, I need something to pique my interest. And during the week, there are so many things that do that. Biology and the mathematics of it. Physics and the mathematics of it. Maths and the mathematics of it. I could go on about the mathematics of "on". But I really shouldn't.

Yet once it comes to the weekends, I just can't pick up a book. It's just...so hard. I mean, I've read all my textbooks. What more can I do? And even worse is that, from all the studying I'm not doing, I might actually forget something.

But sometimes, I do have my interest piqued. Be it from a video I come across on one of the science channels I'm subscribed to, or when I observe something that looks like it just needs a graph. I mean, this is a rare occurrence, but it does still happen.

Anyways, I set to work on my problem that isn't really a problem, but kinda is.

I spend about twenty minutes on said problem.

And then it hits me.

I've got this raging question to ask. A question, with an answer that a textbook simply cannot provide. And I need an answer, or I just can't go on with this problem. Which isn't a bad thing. I mean, I can simply ask my teacher tom-.

Then it hits me. Again. Yes. I get hit two times. I have to wait two days. Two whole days. A whole weekend, with this question on my mind.And It just kills me.

What's worse is when I get an answer. I mean, should I keep on working on my problem? In case I made a mistake somewhere? Or should I just lay it to rest, and show it to the teacher on Monday, not wasting any more time over-thinking a simple question? It just kills me(first time was a joke. Now I'm being lazy) waiting for the answer to the question that is my answer to my question that is my problem.

Yes, this is really that important. Yes, important enough to be bold, underlined and centered.

When the week finishes, I always have trouble packing my bag. I mean, what should I study? Calculus had an interesting twist today, but so did physics! But I should really read up on my carbon chemistry. What do I choose!? I don't even have time to ponder this since I might miss my bus.

So I just pack everything. And god does it hurt to walk with that bad. You haven't felt mildly inconvenient pain, till you walk up a hill, with my backpack. I swear, it'll be the death of me. I have a explanation that's jokey for this one too. But it's a bit long. So I won't write it.

And don't get me started on the summer holidays.