boredom (to be graded)

A hello to those grading my assignment and any other random viewers. I am about to write about boredom, under something that took place in school.

Have you ever had the feeling of a possibly good day being ruined? If you have not, then let me tell you about my experience. It started on a cool Monday morning, and I woke up refreshed and happy, the result of a good night's sleep and a pleasant dream. I quickly cleaned myself , before walking downstairs to find instant noodles waiting for me, instead of the usual monotonous (and distasteful) fare of oatmeal. I hurriedly went to the living room, barely thanked my father before the delicious scent of instant noodles forced me away. Yeah, I know-it's kinda pathetic for instant noodles to have so much control over you, but it was for breakfast, breaking the drought of eight or more hours without food.

Anyway, I thought just then of what a good day it was. Of course, I was proven wrong in school very quickly. At school, it started almost immediately, with one of the teacher's making a extremely long speech during the announcement time. Of course, no offence is intended to the teacher, but it was long and dry, no matter how you saw it. He droned on and on, and to make things worse, I had brought a Chinese book, and as such, could not bury myself in the book.

After an eternity AND more, he said the word "finally". I raised my hopes-maybe, just maybe, he was willing to be merciful and simply say "thank you", before leaving. Of course, I forgot what my church pastor had taught me through unending lines of two hour long sermons . "Finally" simply meant "Time to start on what I really meant to say". True enough, he chattered on, and on until my legs were aching from sitting down. Of course, I should be more merciful, after all, he wasn't that bad, and if my legs were tired from sitting down, wouldn't the teacher be far more tired from standing? Then again, he had ruined my good day, and so, mercy was in extremely short supply.

Then there was science. Again, no insult is intended, but my mind started to wonder, and I got bored enough to start playing with pens. I know-it's kinda childish, but I couldn't help it. I was bored, and those pens-they forced me to play, I can bet on that.It was then which I realised I had contracted a deadly illness, due to prolonged contact with boredem. It was (Where's the drum roll?) BOREDOM!!!

Later, boredom struck again when I was supposed to study Chinese. It happened the moment I sat down beside my study table. Suddenly, a whole new world of temptation opened up, and it was a brutal fight between raw will power and calls of the television, the storybooks, and the pens. As, I had to practice writing the words with the pen, it hardly helped that the pen cried to be played with. With a ongoing battle in my head, there simply was no more space to study Chinese. I instead got bored, very bored, till it got to the point which I got earth-shakingly bored(very weird expression, I know)

The only saving day grace that day was during dinner which I could talk to my family, and after that, when I watched TV. In conclusion, I found ways to fight boredom to combat my illness. You can either have a short break, (which does not work much for me) or force yourself to concentrate and work until you are no longer bored.(weird, but true)