A little mix point of view of my less story told from their point of view characters. I don't own Bones.
Homework
Homework was invented by a man named Robert Nevilis in 1095. Homework, the bane of every student's existence. Math problems varying from one sheet with ten questions and all the way to about thirty mind-numbing questions. English homework where you could just be reading a chapter and answering a few questions or writing an essay due at the end of the week. Reviewing terms for that Spanish quiz tomorrow or conjugating irregular verbs in French. History and science where you have to read a chapter, make notes, and answer the textbook questions.
Thank you Robert, thought Vincent as he sat down at the table to pour over his textbooks and scribbled down answers. Vincent actually did like learning new things but the things he wanted to know seemed more useful than learning how to calculate the volume a cylinder or learning the proper way to write a letter. His parents and all of his friends said that he could win a ton of money by going on Jeopardy. Vincent knew he could if he tried. His grandmother loves that shows and they watch it together. If he can answer enough questions to get a certain amount of money, then there'd be some type of sweet for him in his coat pocket to eat after he left. He loved his grandmother with all of his heart. He'd go to her house after school while his mother worked and she'd check over his homework and would help him with any problem he had. She was a former teacher and took great pride in him and his eclectic knowledge of facts.
For Zach homework was always easy. He could finish it in an hour and a half at its hardest. Well not counting his study time. He'd spend hours reviewing anything to help him get 100% on every test, essay, or assignment he was given. He was a perfectionist according to his mother. Zach didn't see it as perfectionism, he saw it as trying to understand everything factually and in order to do it, he needed to review and test his brain to make sure he knew everything. His siblings would constantly interrupt him. He was the third out of eight children and four of those younger siblings were school-aged and would ask him for help. So he would show one how to do a simple multiplication problem and just as he was about to settle back into his study spot, another would ask him how to spell or define a word. It was constant! His mother didn't come home until five and his father didn't come home until six and his older brother and older sister would refuse to help them with their homework so the task always fell to him. He was Zach, the homework helper and nothing else at times. He didn't mind that, he just minded that his studying would get interrupted.
Wendell was your usual smart kid who got good grades and was practically a Boy Scout at times. It seemed that nothing could ruffle his feathers, but homework could do that easily. He understood all that practice makes perfect but homework cut into his free time. Free time that could be better spent playing street hockey, going to the skate park, watching games on the TV but no homework takes that all of that time away. Why couldn't teachers just understand that this is one major reason why kids hate school? They already spent six or seven hours there and now they have to spend a few more hours reviewing what they've already done in school. If you got it, you got it and you shouldn't need to spending all of your time reviewing it. Plus he signed up for the science fair and needed to do it.
Jared hated homework and his grandfather, unfortunately, knew. Pops had to be there to make sure that he did it. They had their usual ritual: Jared comes home and plays on the drums until Pops comes home at five-thirty, they argue for twenty minutes and Pops always wins, then Jared has to sit at the kitchen table while Pops makes dinner and watches him like a hawk, and Pops checks his homework! Any mistake has to be corrected so Jared can't make up random answers to get it done quicker. Right is better than quicker Pops always says. So Jared actually has to make sure all of them are right and it takes him nearly three hours every night to do it! Longer if he can't understand the math homework.
Allie never did her homework. Never have and definitely planned on never will. Until her mom came home with a new boyfriend about two hours after school let out. Not a creeper but he was a teacher. He asked her if she finished her homework and when she never replied no, her mother scolded her for God's sake and made her do it. Then they just talked and laughed but they didn't go upstairs which is weird for her mother but they both made sure she did all of it. They didn't check it or make her correct problems like they said they would and Allie was pissed off about that. She wasted all of her time trying to get the problems right the first time and they didn't bother checking it. Assholes. What would the teachers think if they saw her completed homework? Would they think she's a goody-two shoes now? Allie cannot have that sort of reputation in school. She's cool she can't be a nerdy dork like Daisy.