If I was a slowpoke and barely got anything done, I'd feel a strange obligation to stay later to keep up with the Joneses. This ethic was developed in my school days. Homework is just busywork meant to pick up the slack of lazy teachers who are incapable of conveying ideas and information to students. There is a time and a place for everything. Work when one is at work. Do home stuff when one is at home. Never the twain shall meet or some such nonsense.
Thursday night has a decent showing of wintery weather.
Friday ends up being a complete disappointment. The upper elevations got snow but the lower elevations, six thousand feet for those of you playing along at home, had stuff which melted as it reached the ground.