Write, using only description of a person's actions and thoughts, to show a person who is "bored." According to the Encarta Dictionary bored means “tired of and slightly annoyed by a person or situation that is not interesting, exciting, or entertaining.”
Now, do the same for the word “fear.” According to the Encarta Dictionary fear means “an unpleasant feeling of anxiety or apprehension caused by the presence or anticipation of danger.”
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Brad stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. At the front, the lecturer continued to drone on (and on) about the psychology of deviance. Problem was, the lecturer wasn’t really lecturing; he was reading directly from the textbook.
One of Brad’s classmates had put her head down on the desk and was breathing softly and regularly. She was asleep, but he would never do that, no matter how bad the lecturer.
He shifted in his chair, trying to get comfortable and leaned onto his elbow. Outside the room, a flock of geese flew by the open window. The honking sounds of their flight captured his attention, and his eyes tracked them as they flew south.
But the drone continued and his eyes started to feel scratchy. Funny, he thought to himself, because he’d had lots of sleep the night before. Why was he feeling sleepy? The class started at 8:30, but he’d attended early classes before. He thought back fondly to his first year professor from Texas, the one who held “extra” classes that everyone attended, glad to hear his amusing insights.
Just as he thought that, the room began to rock in a most alarming manner. From the sides of the class, books began shooting off the shelves. A roar began, though not a roar he had ever heard before.
His heart was racing now and his hands covered his head. Breathing was difficult, perhaps because of the dust that seemed to appear from nowhere. Everything felt as if it were happening in slow motion, but it was real enough. A light fixture fell on the formerly sleeping girl who screamed once, then went silent as she fell, blood streaming from a large wound above her eye.
Someone yelled, “Get under the tables!” There was a mad scramble to do it but moving was difficult as the room seemed alive and writhing about like a basket of snakes. He realized he’d been holding his breath for who knows how long . . .
-boredom:
Here she is, Penny sleeping and hanging around the house in her pjs for, I don’t know how long. Around her, there were papers, half-bitten apples, rotten orange peels, and tissues all over.
“Oh my God. . . What just happened in here? Did a Tornado hit in here, and WHAT is THAT smell? Oh, it came from you, Penny! How long have you been like this, you have to get out here. Penny, Penny! Are you even listening me?” Naomi clicked her fingers to Penny.
“Huh,What’s that?”
“Oh, hon. . . you have to get rid of him from your heart and live your life. Someone has to live, and you just can’t die because of him.” Naomi subbed.
“Leave me alone! I like it this way. . . It’s a new me, I like it, and you’d better like it too. . .”
“Ok, but eat something at least. . . Look at you!”
“OK, ok. . . I’ll eat something, so please go. . .” Penny lied down for she doesn’t have any strength to argue with Naomi.
“Ok, eat something, ok?”
“Yeah,yeah. ok.”
As soon as Naomi leaves, Penny soon get to herself again.
- fear:
Here I am, running away. . . I just don’t know why I’m running away, and what I’m running away from. As I hitch-hike from coquhalla highway, I think to myself; “Oh, Sh*t! I can’t believe I did this, I just hope nobody follows me. . .”
“
Where’re you going, little girl?” Joel asked.
“Um, I guess I’m going to Vancouver. . . Are you heading there?”
“Oh, yeah. . . going to Vancouver, for sure. Hop in!”
“Thank you. . .”
“So. . . why were you here?”
“Oh, I just visited my family and. . .” As I said this, I bit my nails unconsciously.
“
Okey doky. . .” Joel looked at me suspiously.
“why does he look at me suspiously? Maybe, maybe. . .”
He sat slouched over in his chair, resting his chin on his hand. He was barely able to stifle a succession of yawns; his eyelids grew heavy. He found it hard to concentrate on the lecturer. His mind consistently wandered to the score of the game last night. He worked out several plays in his mind that he thought Burrows could have used.
"Hmph!" he thought. "Any of those deked moves could have been a goal, easily!"
The drone of the lecturer's voice almost became inaudible to him. Or was it that he was simply and purposely drowning him out with more exciting thoughts of the game?
Suddenly, and out of nowhere, he heard a loud firing sound, just down the hall. Then there were screams and a man started yelling. He was awoken from his trance-like state in a split-second. His eyes shot towards the classroom door.
"What's going on?" he thought. "Oh, Lord. I hope it's not. . .but it can't be."
He started to shake; sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"Someone should lock that door!" his mind cried out. He would have jumped up and done it himself if he wasn't paralyzed in his chair.
He is two-year-old, she is twenty-eight.
Companying and taking care of him has been her job for over two years. Everyday, she gets up at 6:30, since he wakes up at this time. Then she changes a diaper, sets up his bed and hers, washes his face and hers, and cooks some food for him first.
After all; he would be crying for no reason.
This morning, when the crying is coming, she doesn’t bother herself to rush and check him just as she used to do one year ago; she wants to finish her breakfast--just a simple meal. She decides to keep eating, ignoring the regular crying that he enjoys to perform almost every morning.
He seems getting her mind and cries even louder.
She is chewing a piece of cold bread, trying to avoid the unpleasant sound. She frowns, covers her ears by hands, and looks at the opposite direction at least without his face for a while. “Definitely, this is a ruined day again,” she thought.
He is just stubborn to continue the crying, the hoarse sound seems have a little bit different with before.
She stops to chew, listens him carefully. “Yes, the cry is urgent with struggle. Some thing must be wrong.” She suddenly feels nervous and worried. She runs to him, takes him out from the straddle, hugs and kisses him, tries to relieve him.
But he doesn’t calm down even though her comforts always wok on him efficiently. He still tells his suffer through that disappointed crying.
She holds him by one arm, goes to medicine draw. She has no idea which does is suitable, and then she grabs the phone, presses “911” by a shiver hand.
I should have started for home before sundown.All of a sudden this once familar street takes on a very ominious, forbodeing demeanour. I hear shuffling foot steps coming up behind me, I'll slow down to let whoever it is pass bye. The foot steps also slow
down, OK! now I'm nervous; scared is more like it. I actually think I
can hear the person breathing, or is that my own panic breathing?. Damn! I don't have a cell phone.
What do I have in my possession to
defend myself? Nail file? No, I have a better idea. I had just purchased a small can of cat food at the corner store, The clerk provided a rather strong plastic bag, perfect! tie a knot close to the can, Aha! give it a nice little twist,there now its "Meet Miss Mew" time. One good connect with this little weapon(Blackjack)
will discourage any preditor.
Fear subsides, survival mode prevails. I proceed to walk on with confidence .
Boredom
Retirement is quite a change of life style, team that up with old age, you have a leathal combination for boredom which leads to apathy or maybe just plain laziness.I try to avoid boreing,whiny individuals. I really try to do something productive everyday.
It just dawned on me that getting too longwinded on this subject could cause a lot of readers to become very bored.
I should have started for home before sundown.All of a sudden this once familar street takes on a very ominious, forbodeing demeanour. I hear shuffling foot steps coming up behind me, I'll slow down to let whoever it is pass bye. The foot steps also slow
down, OK! now I'm nervous; scared is more like it. I actually think I
can hear the person breathing, or is that my own panic breathing?. Damn! I don't have a cell phone.
What do I have in my possession to
defend myself? Nail file? No, I have a better idea. I had just purchased a small can of cat food at the corner store, The clerk provided a rather strong plastic bag, perfect! tie a knot close to the can, Aha! give it a nice little twist,there now its "Meet Miss Mew" time. One good connect with this little weapon(Blackjack)
will discourage any preditor.
Fear subsides, survival mode prevails. I proceed to walk on with confidence .
Boredom
Retirement is quite a change of life style, team that up with old age, you have a leathal combination for boredom which leads to apathy or maybe just plain laziness.I try to avoid boreing,whiny individuals. I really try to do something productive everyday.
It just dawned on me that getting too longwinded on this subject could cause a lot of readers to become very bored.
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