“What do schools do that for?” he grumbles. “What’s the point of summer if they give you homework?” “Exactly!”

“I've got a lot of homework to do, and none of it has anything to do with school.”

“Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?""Something bad," Tyson answered."Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.”

“So, what are you doing tonight?"Me?" Janie laughs. "Homework, of course."You want company?" Carrie's looking wistful.Do you have homework to do?"Of course. Whether I do it or not is the real question.”

“Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?"She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.”

“When my son, James, was doing homework for school, he would have five or six windows open on his computer, Instant Messenger was flashing continuously, his cell phone was constantly ringing, and he was downloading music and watching the TV over his shoulder. I don’t know if he was doing any homework, but he was running an empire as far as I could see, so I didn’t really care.”