Schooling rhymes with Frustrations

You have two choices: You let the time pass with nothing to expect but the worse or you make a move and realize you did not do enough.
It was already three in the afternoon and I was supposed to be home already. Instead, I was paper bathing in the library. While the others were seeking for the "Holy Books of Grammar", I was seated with Oso and Carla on one table able to do nothing else but chat amidst the silence of the place. I've never re-validated my Library Card ever since second year (so I still have my old freshman library card and its futility).
After a while, most of my classmates were buzzing around on one table. They were doing something for the class for tomorrow. Upon hearing their frustrated voices, I decided not to inquire about the colloquy. I was getting hints that it had something to do with our frustrating course, Teaching Grammar, so my mind started to flow away from the events taking place around me and chose to live on its own.
But their busy movements and voices were pulling my fleeing consciousness back to the messy and irritating reality: I have to do my homework.
They told me what task they had and I (reluctantly) joined to do what I could to help each and everyone of us. I hope you know that it's not that easy being in Prof M's class.
So now I busily tap on the keyboard---and strangely found some time to post a blog about it---- working on this damned homework. But it pays to know I am ready... or so I hope...
But it hurts when you're already in HER class and she asks questions you are not ready of... especially if all what I've sought upon are not accredited after all those hardships!!!
FRUSTRATING, RIGHT?!!!