One of life's most painful moments comes when we must admit that we didn't do our homework, that we are not prepared.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate homework. I hate it more now than I did when I was the one lugging textbooks and binders back and forth from school. The hour my children are seated at the kitchen table, their books spread out before them, the crumbs of their after-school snack littering the table, is without a doubt the worst hour of my day.
I was an anxious kid. I worried about getting homework finished, even back when homework didn't count for anything.
By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.
The same people who never did their homework in high school are still doing that to this very day out in the real world.
Because I think a lot of people felt like, ultimately - and this isn't the first time I've said this, so I'll bore you again with it - but ultimately it was... I think it felt like homework a bit for people.
If you fail to prepare, you're prepared to fail.
I went to work and did a lot of homework about what was wrong with me.
Despite what people think, I was such a rule follower at school. I loved the whole slacker look, like, 'Hey, I don't care, whatever,' but if I didn't turn my homework in, I would panic.
As you know from school, it's when you have not prepared for the test that you have the fear of failing. And if you have prepared, even if you fail, you've done your best.
I prepare for every role. I come into class with my homework under my arm.
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