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The Day I Lost My Temper

Ring......, the shrill ringing of the school bell pierced the air, bringing to an end the silence that reigned the class for the past fourty minutes. As the stalwart figure of the Mathematics teacher stepped out of the class, there was a sense of relief for Mr. Siva was a strict disciplinarian who would not tolerate any of our pranks.

There were squeals and peals of laughter amidst the din of conversation. It was at this moment that Seng Chye bustled to the front of the class. Easily the most detestable boy in the class, Seng Chye was an incorrigible prankster whose impish behaviour was a source of irritation and annoyance to most of us, especially the girls. As his diminutive figure inched his way to where I was seated, he had the familiar mischievous grin which revealed a set of yellowish protruding teeth. As he approached, he was grinning from ear to ear. Then, in the twinkling of an eye, he put something on my desk. As he bolted out of the classroom, I could hear hysterical screams. Perplexed as I was as to the cause of this sudden flurry of excitement, I knew that Seng Chye was up to mischief again.

It was then that I saw the slimy, creepy creature staring at me with its moist, beady eyes. All of a sudden with a husky croak and a single, giant leap, the four - legged creature landed on my lap. I was frozen with fear. Then, when the truth finally sank in, I let out a few ear splitting screams that echoed along the corridor. All around me, I could hear hilarious laughter while I was consumed by bitterness and anger. The joke was at my expense.

As I seethed in anger and hurled verbal abuses at the top of my voice, Seng Chye cowered in silence. His face has turned as red as a beetroot and he had guilt written all over his face. The pandemonium that resulted was enough to catch the attention of the discipline master who stalked into the class. Seng Chye and I were summoned to his room. Each of us took turns to relate the incident. Seng Chye was asked to apologise which he readily obliged and was let off with a stern warning.

As I stepped out of the room, I knew that this was one incident that would remain in my memory for a long time to come. It was the day I lost my temper.

My Most Embarrassing Situation

Everyone has been embarrassed at one time or another. It is that moment in time when you wish the earth would open up and swallow you. The anxiety and discomfort felt during that time which may only last a few seconds feels like time has stood still. I remember so well when I had my most embarrassing moment. I was in Form 4 and it was during the school recess. The minute the bell rang for recess, I rushed to the toilet because I had been controlling my urges since class started. I didnt want to miss class because the lesson taught that morning was to include tips for the forthcoming examination. Without realising, I had rushed to the girls toilet. The prolonged control and an upset stomach made worse by two glasses of cold milk in the morning made me grunt and groan in what I thought in what I thought was the privacy of the cubicle. I thought I heard giggling outside and wondered why the giggles sounded unusually near. A few minutes later I came out the cubicle and discovered my horror that I had entered the girls toilet. To make matters worse, the few girls standing outside didnt even turn away when I came out. Instead they looked down at me, then only they turned quickly away. Horror of horrors, I had forgotten to zip up! No beetroot could have matched the colour of my face at this point in time! They news of my predicament spread like wild fire throughout school. I was truly the talk of the town. I felt like I could either walk around feeling perpetually self-conscious and embarrassed or I could turn the situation round, perhaps even to my advantage. I remembered my mothers words that if you cant beat them, join them. So I decided to make fun of myself, to laugh at myself too. It works. Everyone got bored after a while and nobody teased me after that. It was indeed an eye-opening experience for me. I have learnt that when people laugh at you, you should laugh along. You must not take yourself seriously. Learn to look at yourself through other peoples eyes and you will realise that most of the time when they laugh at you, they just want to have some fun. They mean no harm. If you can make people laugh, its like bringing sunshine into their lives and as someone said, those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

Write a story ending with I never saw her again after that The gaunt figure that inched its way slowly towards the medicine counter looked old and haggard. Her dreary looking outfit did nothing to conceal her bleak and depressing demeanour. Anyone who looked at her would have thought she carried the worlds burden on her shoulders. Quietly, she sat on one of the chairs and waited patiently, like the rest of us, for her number to be flashed on the digital screen. I was rattled. I knew I had seen her somewhere before a younger, happier version. There was no way I could be wrong. Like an arrow released from its bow, the buried and forgotten memories pierced my heart with an unknown intensity. It had to be Mary Anne, my best friend in secondary school. Then again, this person looked old, much too old to be twenty-nine.

Anyway, I summoned enough courage and went towards her. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up slowly. The flash of recognition in her eyes told me I was not wrong. It is you, Mary Anne Danker, is it not? She nodded her head silently as if embarrassed. Hello, John? You are looking good. Her remarks reminded me of how beautiful she had been once. Mary Anne had been the school beauty. Everyone had admired her for her looks, her brains and her beautiful character. Many had said, rather enviously, that God had worked overtime with her making her one of his best masterpieces. One day, Mary Anne had stopped coming to school. Devastated, I had gone to her house, only to find it all locked up. Checks with neighbours proved futile. No one knew where the Danker family had gone and why they had left so suddenly. Taking a seat next to her, I wondered what had happened to the ravishing beauty I had once known. Why did you leave so suddenly, Mary Anne? Why? She looked at me nervously while clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap. I could sense that she was rather reluctant to talk, reluctant to expose a part of her life which had probably caused her a great deal of pain and suffering. A prolonged silence ensued. Finally, she inhaled deeply and started telling me her story. Her mother had been diagnosed with end-stage cancer and there was nothing the doctors could do. They said that she had only three months to live. Her father thought it best to return to their hometown, to let her live in peace in the surroundings she had grown up in. Her father, devastated by his wifes death, started to neglect his own health and three months later, he too died of a broken heart, leaving Mary Anne in the care of relatives. Tears rolled down Mary Annes cheeks as she related the difficult years with her aunt. The old widow treated her badly, forcing Mary Anne to quit school and to work as a dishwasher in a restaurant. The cruel old lady often beat her, and her cousins jealous of her beauty were more vicious than their mother. Now that the aunt was old and suffering from cancer, her five children had deserted her when they realised that she needed taking care of. Despite her aunts ghastly treatment of her, Mary Anne felt sorry for the pitiable state her aunt was in. I cannot leave her. She has no one else, she said. I have promised to take care of her till the end of her life. I looked at Mary Anne and saw her goodness. Instead of seeing a gaunt and weary figure, I saw an amazingly beautiful human being. My heart went out to her.

Just then her number was flashed on the screen. She got up, and collected the medicine, which I understood, was for her aunt. Never had I felt so helpless and wretched. Her story reminded me of something my late grandfather often used to say, Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. Before leaving, she turned and smiled sadly at me. I never saw her again after that.

That Three Words Written by Syayid Sandi Sukandi It was late in the night when I woke up from my bed. I looked out from a window and saw the street in front of my house. There was that kid again. He was standing like a small creature, freezing like an ice, and sometimes, walking back and forth like someone who was in a confusing mind. Unlike the other nights, I went out from my house and got close into where the kid stood. When I was quite close with him in distance, I saw a boy with that cold face. His body was not so big but I could see the way he looked at me. That eyes! I knew that eyes! Hi, kid. What are you doing around here? Its late at night, I said. He didnt say anything. What he did was just walking back and forth without saying anything. I saw you every night in front of my house since last week. Well, if you have anything to eat or something, you can come to my house, I offered him food for I could see how his body was trembling by the snow. And the way his hands tounched his stomach showed how hungry he was. The weather outside was very bad. I even felt that my body was going to be trembling too, so, I got back to my house. When I wanted to open the door of my house, that kid touched my coat. He said something that was barely difficult to hear. But, I let him in. In that house, I stayed lonely. I was still a young person there, at least, not very young. Now, there was a kid in my house. At that time, I felt that the night was going to be longer than I expected, but, in fact, it wasnt. I gave him a glass of hot chocolate and a French bread that I made by my own hand. I looked at that kid while he was eating those foods. He was so hungry. So, what I did was a right thing I thought. Usually, if the time was at 2 oclock, I would probably be sleeping in that full-of-rose bed. My husband was still there. Sleeping. This night, I felt little bit different. It was because of the kid. Days and days passed. But, my husband never knew that the kid and I were always laughing in the kitchen, even until 3 or 4 in the morning. We ate foods and sometimes, I told him a story of the fairy tales. Once my husband was awake and he said, Laura, I hear you talk with someone. Who is that? I never care for what my husband said. He kept saying that he couldnt see the kid. And I kept saying that the kid was there with me. I though that the kid was afraid of seeing my husband. In one night, he never showed up again. That kid was like missing or going somewhere. I didnt know. That happened since my pregnancy. I always missed that kid. He had come to my house and had dinner with me together almost for a month. Again, for this one, my husband didnt know that. Until I had to bear a baby, I was totally amazed for what I could see in the face of my baby. He was a miracle.

My baby grew up as a boy. His face was exactly the same as the face of the boy who had come to my house in that wonderful night. He said, Thank you, mom. He always said that three words. Everytime he wanted to sleep, he said that words again. I asked him for why he said that words again and again every night before he went to the bed. My boy said, You were always there when I needed you. There was only a guessing in my mind and I dont know why he said that. I felt happy for what my boy said. But, things were different when I tried to think of it. A five year old boy would never say that unless he was taught to do so. I wondered about a weird thing, so I took a walk around the street of my house. Suddenly, after I passed five corners of the street, I saw a picture sticked into a wall of a house and something written down on it. Gilbert, 5 years old, was found dead in this street because of accident. I was crying. My mind brought me back to that boy and I never realize how weird this life was.

Personal Narrative- Scary Noises

Snap! A branch just broke to the right of me. Rustling sounds are coming from the bushes. I look to the left, then the right. Nothing! I can't see anything, but I know there has to be something out there; noises just don't arise on their own. I look all around, searching every bush, tree, and shady spot to try and locate the noises; then, peace and quiet again. The calming sounds of birds chirping, the distant roar of the river, and the wind blowing leaves around, cover up the scary noises that I just heard. The back of my mind just won't forget those eerie noises, and I look all around me every five seconds for some kind of beast. The drive up to the mountains is always exciting. I love seeing all of the beautiful scenery and taking in a huge breath of fresh, crisp, mountain air. As the air rushes into my lungs, it makes me feel refreshed and full of energy. The whole ride up, I stared out the window, watching each tree fly by on our way up the road. Today's mission is to look for cows and check the fences on our mountain property, Horse Mountain. My dad and I bounce along the gravel road in our old, blue Chevy truck with our threelegged iron horse in the back. We took the three-wheeler with us to make it easier to drive on the rough mountain roads ahead of us. We finally reached the gate to Horse Mountain and I jumped out of the truck and ran to open the gate. It seemed like I had waited forever to get up there and start our mission, so I hurried and opened the gate. My dad pulled his truck through and I closed the gate. We got the ramps out of the truck and unloaded the three-wheeler. I jumped up on the back of the cold metal bars. This was always my spot whenever we took the three-wheeler, and I was loaded, and ready to take off. My dad jumped on, started up the three-wheeler, and off we went. As we traveled along the road I asked question after question. "Where are we going? Where are all the cows? Can this think go any faster?" I would ask. "Just wait and see," My dad would always reply. This would do the trick for me and I would sit back, hang on, and enjoy the ride. There is nothing like sitting on the back of the three-wheeler, my hair blowing in the wind, bouncing around with every bump and hoping I do not fall off. Today was a perfect day for hitting bumps because the road was just covered with them, almost like a cobblestone road.

The morning was uneventful as we drove from place to place, checking on different gates, fences, and cows. The best part of the morning was when we saw a few deer. After checking on everything, it was time to start back down the mountain. We got three quarters of the way down and my dad decided he should check one last gate. "Stay right here and I will be back just as soon as I go and look at the gate in the corner," he instructed. I hopped off the three-wheeler and found a nice big rock to plop down on and wait for his return. As I sat down on the rock, my dad buzzed away and I watched him as far as I could until I could not see or hear him any longer. All right, I will just wait right here and he will be back in no time, I thought to myself. Waiting for my dad will not kill me. I mean it was not like there was a beast hiding in the bushes waiting to attack me. Sitting on that scarred, firm rock got old fast. Not only was it tedious, but it sure made my butt hurt. I jumped up off the rock and found some small pebbles and a stick to occupy my time. I did not need a baseball diamond or a bat and ball to play baseball. Instead, I tossed a pebble in the air and swung the stick with all my might. Whoosh! Air was the only thing I hit with that swing. This did not discourage me, and I tried it again. Smack! The rock went sailing away, up over the top of some oak brush. If I had been on a field and that was a real ball, I am sure it would have been a home run. After I missed the rock a couple times, a damper was put on my baseball game, and I, once again, sat down to wait. I did not realize how slow time goes when you have nothing to do but sit and be bored. With nobody for me to talk to, I started to listen to nature's beautiful sounds and suddenly became one with the great outdoors. The birds chirping, the whisper of the wind, and the distant roar of the Leroux Creek was all that I heard. I quickly became hypnotized and relaxed with these wonderful sounds and heard nothing around me. Crack, snap, pop! I was no longer interested in the birds chirping or the river as it rumbled downhill to a greater destination, I wanted to know what in the world was making so much noise in the oak brush. One minute there is peace and quiet and the next minute it sounds like a two-ton bear getting ready to fly out of the brush and eat me up for his midmorning snack. I looked to the left, then to the right, nothing. Where was this crazy beast hiding? I searched every spot that horrible noise could have come from, but came up empty. I was scared out of my wits. I could not deny the fact that I was scared; I was only a little eight-year-old boy sitting all by himself out in the middle of nowhere, with lots of scary noises all around him. I mean, who wouldn't be scared? It sure doesn't help when your mind plays tricks on you, making you hear things that are not even there and magnifying the little sounds that are present. I tried as hard as I could to think about something else and not listen to those sounds my mind was making up, but it was all for nothing. All I coud think about was the beast lurching about. I sat there on the cold, hard rock and waited. There was nothing I could do, so I just sat impatiently, and waited for my dad to return. It was everything I could do to keep from screaming out in fright. Instead, I just sat there and stared at the ground hoping time would fly by and I would, once again, have some company. Finally, after what seemed like an hour after my dad had left, I heard the three wheeler bouncing along the rocky road. It was the best sound I had heard all day and I wanted to jump in the air and scream with joy.

"What took so long?" I yelled, when he got within hearing distance. He said, "I was only gone five minutes." "That was too long because I thought I was going to be eaten by a monster bear." I told him. After telling him the whole story, I hopped on the cold, metal bars of the three-wheeler and we headed home. Looking back on the situation, it all seems funny now; just a small boy, alone and scared. I am sure it happens all the time, but it is always the worst when it happens to you. Since then, I have grown up and learned not to let things get out of control and not to be scared so easily. Sure, strange noises will still scare me every once in a while, but I know that eerie noises don't just arise on their own. Now I don't have to look around for the beast after every small noise when I am alone in the woods because I once was a small boy, alone and scared and have since outgrown the beast

Narrative Essay for English As I opened the door to the creepy old haunted house on my street, I started to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I scolded myself for wanting to turn back, and hesitantly stepped inside to explore. My brown hair and dark brown eyes made me practically camouflage in the wood-paneled foyer, except for my old grey hooded sweatshirt and comfortable red sweat pants. I was average height for eleven, but I was still going to have to look up to check for cobwebs. I had to clean my glasses because so much dust had collected on them. My hair needed washed already because so much dust has collected on it. As I walked through the doorway to my right, I realized that this must be the formal fining room. An old, Victorian style table with eight elegant chairs was obviously the focal point of the room, resting on a beautiful green, gold, and red toned carpet. The hardwood flooring around it coordinated flawlessly with the wainscoting, which came approximately a third of the way up the elegant gold-painted wall. The vast picture window was framed by a custom cabinet with a buffet coming to just below the windowsill. My heart was pounding, and the room smelled dusty, musty, and faintly of roses. On the table there was a large bouquet of red roses, and eight green, red, and gold place mats. Another red rose, each in a slender vase, sat at each place. I decided to look through the cabinet by the window to see if anyone actually lived here. If someone did, I hoped they were away. Suddenly, I heard something something behind me. GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE! I swiftly turned around, but saw nothing. It was probably just my stomach, I thought to myself. I kept sorting, but with no findings. Just then, I saw a shadow in the reflection of the glass bolt across the room. I jumped up and looked around, but still, nothing seemed suspicious, so I kept sorting through the papers, but with my heart pounding, I was ready to go for the door on a moment's notice. Without warning, I felt a paper towel, or something like it, dragging on the back of my neck. I whipped my head around, and when I saw an apparently not-so-dead mummy standing over me, I jumped back and gasped. I almost started to run toward the door, but, unfortunately, the Mummy was blocking the way. He must have been at least six feet tall, towering over me like I would have towered over an ant. Wrapped in something that seemed like gauze, or maybe paper towels, I had no idea where he had come from. When I had jumped back, barely two seconds ago, the glass doors of the cabinet had shattered. CRASH! I heard as the glass fell on my legs. "OUCH!" I exclaimed.

The mummy made a noise that sounded kind of like he was trying to say, "Go away!" but I couldn't tell because of the gauze that covered his entire being from head toe, with the exception of his mysterious beady black eyes. These eyes glared down at me with such an intensity that I could not stop myself from muttering, "Oops." That was when I noticed what he had in his hand. It was a pure gold sword, with a blade as long as my arm. He was obviously planning to decapitate me. My eyes opened widely, and it felt as if I had completely lost control over my body. I saw a loose end of his gauze covering flapping at his side. Without thinking my risky escape plan through, I grabbed the loose end and tugged with all of my might. When the mummy started to spin, I knew that he would get dizzy and collapse, so i darted for the door. BANG! The door slammed behind me, and I bolted down my street to get back home. "Phew!" I said as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I spread out on my sofa, winded from the running. As I lay there, I decided that later, I would tell my family about my adventure. I felt very brave after defeating the mummy. I was dozing off from my tiresome adventure, but my hope before I drifted off to sleep was that some day I would be able to tell my children and grandchildren all about the periluos adventure that I had experienced that day

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