With my last breath, I spit upon your homework. I turned into a dog and ate it. I coodna do it, Teach. Curzon left it on the bus. It clearly says in Starfleet regulations that holograms aren't required to do homework.
Homework is irrelevant.
For inflicting it upon me, you will be assimilated. Resistance is Futile. Well, I started my essay on the dangers of nuclear power, but then I realized that energy is inherent to each living being, and that God's work is a panoply of sensory perception, and so I made a diagram of the Oneness that created the universe instead. I did my homework, but then my beloved brother pretended to be my friend and took it from me, just like he's taken everything else in my life. I have a small community of Vulcans living in my pants.