Not started before it ends

"It's over."
I find myself saying it without thinking.

The moment I mess something up, I say
"It's over."
In this case, I'm implying a preposition-like meaning that(my life) is over.

However, if I forget to do an assignment and say
"It's over,"
it's kind of funny because it becomes slightly unclear whether I finished the assignment or if it's the usual
(my life) is overcase.

However, since there is an "end," there must be a "beginning," and that makes me wonder where that "beginning" actually is.
After all, you can't end if you don't start, so I thought back in my student days, why not just not start at all?

I was bullied in junior high school, but there are savior-like figures everywhere, and one of them said to the bully,
"You're finished. Oh, wait, you

haven't even started before you end, have you? Hey! A guy who gets a kick out of bullying others hasn't even begun! So there's no end or anything for you, haha."He said that to me.Then he told me,
"Yomogi, don't take what someone who

hasn't even startedsays to heart."However, according to him, I had started while the bully hadn't, which means that an end will eventually come for me.I'd like to pull off a magnificent finale.

You can't end if you don't start

, which means you can't finish an assignment if you don't start it, so if you don't touch it, there's no end or anything to worry about.
If someone asks, "Did you finish the assignment?"
I just answer,
"It hasn't even started, let alone ended."
That said, the beginning of an assignment is probably the moment the teacher presents it to the students, so it starts semi-forcibly.
Then, at one point, I became obsessed with finishing assignments like a volley in tennis.

Return it (submit it) without letting it bounce (taking it home).

Ever since I adopted this style, I've kept a cool face, as if to say that no matter where the assignment begins, it has nothing to do with me.

But I once unleashed the aforementioned sophistry on my high school world history teacher.

Teacher: "Yomogi-san, you haven't turned in your summer homework, have you?"
Yomogi: "I'm sorry, it's not finished."
Teacher: "Huh? You had over a month, didn't you?"
Yomogi: "Yes."
Teacher: "It doesn't have to be finished, just bring what you've done tomorrow."
Yomogi: "Teacher, it won't end because Ihaven't startedin the first place."
Teacher: "Huh?"
Yomogi: "Itwon't end if I don't start."
Teacher: "Huh?"
Yomogi: "It won't end..."
Teacher: "Okay, then let's start. Let's start when you get home today."
Yomogi: "I don't want to."
Teacher: "???"
Yomogi: "If I start, it'll end, and that would be a waste."
Teacher: "I don't understand what you're saying?"
Yomogi: "Is there anything more presumptuous than me finishing the precious existence that is world history homework?"
Teacher: "Do you think doing world history homework equals the destruction of the world?"
Yomogi: "Yes! You understand perfectly! As expected of you, teacher!"
Teacher: "Okay, I'm going to call your homeroom teacher. That's funny, and as an individual, I like that kind of thing, but since I'm in the position of a teacher right now, I have no choice but to say no."

Actually, I just really didn't want to do that world history homework.
Basically, I was a student who would do things and submit them, whether I liked it or not.
But I just couldn't bring myself to touch that one world history assignment given during the summer of my first year of high school.
I don't know why.
Just looking at it made me dizzy and nauseous; it was impossible.
It was exactly that feeling of
"Ah, (my life) is over"just by looking at the world history homework.

However, my high school life didn't come to an end because of this, and I was able to graduate without any issues.
Also, it was decided that I didn't have to do the original world history homework, and instead, I submitted an essay on "The difference between myself in a world line where I finished the world history homework and myself in reality where I didn't."
(*Special measure due to the teacher's consideration)
I naturally received a significant point deduction for not submitting the original homework + being one day late.
More than that, I remember how happy I was that I was allowed to write what I wanted to write, that the busy teacher went out of his way to read it and gave me the feedback, "I laughed until my stomach hurt," and even a teacher I had no connection with said to me, "I read it, it was the best."

Therefore, I have reached today without(my life) ending.
Not that failing a year or not graduating from high school would mean it's "over" anyway.

In any case, if I casually say "It's over," I start worrying about the beginning, and I end up unable to sleep, not as a joke, so I will think carefully before saying it in the future.