My uneasiness only gets worse when I sluggishly walk down the aisle towards the awaiting podium and start sweating on my hands and forehead. As I look up from the podium, I am startled by the forty pairs of unwavering eyes glaring at me, awaiting to be engrossed by my brilliance. I find myself having difficulty breathing, almost as if I have forgotten how to. I wipe the sweat off my brow, grab my index cards tightly, and open my mouth to speak. But the words just will not come out as I hit a stuttering block.
Abraham Choi 3/2/14 IB English R5 Gatsby Annotations Chapter 2: 1. The phrase “Line of gray cars crawling along an invisible track” Characterizes the ash as something that is in abundance. There is so much ash in the valley that almost everything that you see is ash in the form of what it is. 2. The word ash is repeated multiple times and represents feelings such as depression and death.
Does One’s Bad Decision Necessarily Make Them a Bad Person? His heart beat out of his chest and his expression showed the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through him. Shuffling along the hall, the thud of doors locking behind him rang in his ears. The urge to run, to flee, almost took hold, yet he managed to comply with the guards dragging him onward. He still couldn’t get the wails of his mother out of his head and the image of the judge looking down on him.
I remember how a heated discussion could spring into an argument within minutes, continually escalating until only screams escaped both your lungs. The sounds of your voice... ... middle of paper ... ...ou guys for what you had done. I guess my frustration originated from the realization that there was nothing I could do about your divorce; it became the first thing I felt hopeless in controlling. Until I realized that there was definitely nothing I could do to change the situation did I learn to cope. The frustration and anger became exhausting to keep up with, and thankfully caused me to give into accepting the truth.
I was crying and beating the walls with my whole strength beacuse of the incapacity to take the exam. I left my mom there, in order not to make her feel the same feelings, but I think it hurt her much more, because she told that there is still one hour left for the exam. The whole problem maker was the program in iPhone, which changed the World Clock automatically. The time zone of Moscow was one hour ahead than that of Yerevan's. I was sitting on the floor and crying and beating myself as a crazy person.
I felt as if my rucksack was gradually beginning to eat away at my arms as if it was a highly potent acid and as if my feet were tightly compacted into my boots. Every step I took, I feared the Vietcong would find me, soon, and then the gruesome, merciless torture and public humiliation would begin. I began to think my eventual capture was inevitable. After I fiddled with my GPS to get it operational, it somehow managed to force its way out of my hands, as if by its own will, into a small pool of stagnant water. When I reached into the pool I found my GPS, it had malfunctioned so I was forced to bury it, to leave no trace for enemy detection.
I spend entirely too much time being worried and stressed for nothing; I seem to just have to find things to worry about. For instance I just got a new boss, for two weeks the rumor mill at work has churned out rumors and statements that had created a large amount of anxiety. He showed up a work and with in a week I was put on an anti-anxiety medication, yet he has not done anything to create stress or problems in my job. It is so bad that I have not taken a pill for it my co-workers will ask if I have taken my pill today. Another instance was a waste of time to worry about was worrying about what a friend thought of me.
Alarm clocks and schedules are universally known to cause stress. One second a person is in a deep sleep then the next they awoken by a loud obnoxious beeping. The train schedule cause stress because of the monumental consequences of missing it. When Gregor realized that he slept late and is contemplating catching the next train, he thought to himself that “he would have to hurry like a madman, and the line of samples wasn’t packed yet...And even if he did make the train, he could not avoid getting it from the boss” (5). The use of the polysyndeton, the rep... ... middle of paper ... ...red that he wears the uniform all the time, causing it to become soiled.
Ever since i could remember i had been here. Along with the others of course. No one outside of the demented scientists that run this hell hole know about us and unless things changed soon it didn't look like it would. We were all freaks here and a part of me wanted to be normal. A part of me wanted to not have tests done to me everyday that were so physically and psychologically demanding that by the end of the day it was exhausting to even roll over in the hard steel plate with a sheet they called a “bed”.
The time felt like it was slowing down with every punch; I could only endure for so long before I stopped. Everyone else were feeling the burn too; their faces were crinkling up like a candy wrapper, with every upper cut. I thought that I could hear their heartbeat a mile away, because their heart rate was increasing by the second. As the music continued to play, I realized that this intense music that follows behind everyone’s punch creates a form of kickboxing. Kickboxing has been around since the 1970s after karate practitioners found it frustrating that punches and kicks could not make direc... ... middle of paper ... ...veryone in the room "come on guys only three more times".