L3.) What Makes me Angry

There are many things that can make me angry in a day, but these are just some of the major events throughout the day that cause me to express feelings of outrage and frustration.  In the morning, I get very angry at my brother.  He is not a morning person and always wakes up late, which then causes me to be late.  The thing that bothers me most about this situation, however, is that he always seems to move in slow motion at the worst times.  Sometimes I think he does it on purpose, but nonetheless, its always bothersome. 

Another thing that always makes me angry as well is when people don't use your, you're, there, they're, and their correctly.  We learned how to do this a long time ago, and when you do it enough, it becomes almost a second nature to you.  It really isn't that difficult to do, and it really shouldn't be at this point in your life.  If I was a teacher, I would say in the beginning-of-the-year outline that anything with an error in usage of these words would automatically be marked completely wrong.  That's how much it truly bothers me. 

At school, I also get upset when people interrupt important activities for irrelevant things.  This includes when people talk very loud in class while the teacher is trying to explain something very important as well as trying to talk to the teacher while they are talking.  Just because you may understand something that is being reviewed does not mean that everyone else does.  You should simply sit down and be quiet.  This may be difficult for you to do, but after some practice you should be able to. 

Lastly, other drivers on the road tend to upset me.  People need to be more aware of their surroundings while out on the road.  Driving ten miles under the speed limit simply because you feel like it is not an option.  The passing lane is not for leisurely driving, but for passing.  Tailgating is one of the stupidest things that you can do as well.  It's not going to get you anywhere any faster, and will likely enrage the person in front of you.  It's unsafe and all-around not a smart thing to do.  Driving sometimes makes me think that there is no common sense left in the world anymore.  Everyone makes mistakes, but sometimes, these mistakes can easily be avoided. 

L2. ) My Fears (However irrational they may be)

I have one major fear in life which can be classified as a mild form of iatrophobia, or fear of doctors.  While I am not directly afraid of the doctor in most situations, I get extremely stressed out and nervous before going, only being able to focus on that visit.  I have white coat hypertension and an extreme fear of getting shots.  White coat hypertension is the fear of getting your blood pressure taken by a doctor or another medical professional.  Sports physicals are always an issue, and at the doctor's offices it used to be very difficult to calm down for them to get an accurate reading.  Getting shots is also very difficult for me to do.  The worst experience of my life was when I had to get a shot last year.  I was sitting in the room waiting for the nurse to come in and give me a shot, and I was feeling pretty confident.  However, when the nurse walked in I saw that she was wearing an eye-patch.  Convinced that her depth-perception was off, I freaked out and it was impossible to get the shot done.  It was a terrible experience. 

I am also mildly afraid of seagulls because of an experience I had in Disney World about four years ago.  My family was sitting in Epcot, and we were grabbing some food while we were in "Mexico".  We were sitting down at the table, and my parents went to grab silverware.  They left me all alone with the food at the table, and I began to start eating my taco.  However, before I was able to even begin to eat the taco, a seagull swooped down and began to harass me.  I was terrified, and began to scream.  It tried to peck me, and then it took my taco.  I was not going to object to it at this point though, because when they are that close to your face they are incredibly scary.  This experience traumatized me for life. 

K.) The Story of Terence Hammer

 

After a long day at school, little Terence Hammer got into bed.  At seven years old, he had a big imagination, a lot of energy, and little need for sleep.  Being stuck in a desk all day at school didn't help this, either.  Terence was wide awake when his mother sent him to bed, and pretended to fall asleep just for her sake.  He was really good at pretending, and was convincing enough to make his mom believe that he was fast asleep before his head hit the pillow.  As soon as she went to bed, however, Terence decided that he had more important things to do.  He got up and played with the toy trains in the corner for a while, pretending to be the station master and ordering them all to go here or deliver the cargo safely to some faraway place.  After getting sick of the trains, he moved on to building a palace out of Legos, and from there pretended to be the King of a faraway land where he had all the candy and toys he could ask for.  After a while of playing however, he began to get quite hungry and went to his closet, where he had hid some cookies before he went to bed.  He sat down and began to eat them, taking a break from being King for a while.  Mid-way through his snack, he heard a loud noise outside his window.  He became curious, and thought that this was the perfect time to become an explorer, one of his favorite things to pretend to be.  He quickly finished his snack and looked out the window.  He saw something in the bushes down below his window, but couldn't see what it was.  Terence knew that he had to get down there somehow; after all he was a world-renowned explorer and couldn't let the people down.  There was a tree right outside his window, and decided that the best way to get down there undetected would be the tree.  He got up on the window sill and reached for the tree.  He could barely get to it but somehow found the strength to jump onto a branch and slide down to the trunk.  It was a pretty skilled maneuver although dangerous for a young boy.  He jumped out of the tree, and landed on the soft ground as quiet as possible.  He crept over to the bush and looked behind it.  Disappointed that it was just a cat, he walked away.  Now tired and sick of playing make-believe, he walked back over to the tree, climbed up to the window sill and looked inside.  Looking back at him was his mother, and judging by the look on her face, Terence got the inclination that he wouldn't be sleeping for a long while.

K.) "Birds"

On one fine spring morning in the countrysides of Britain, a young woman had awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside in the sky.  This was her favorite way to wake up.  It was early, and she loved to be able to experience the peace and serenity of the sunrise.  She stayed there in bed awhile longer, thinking about the busy day ahead.  The harmonious chirping of the birds interrupted her thoughts just as they had awoken her from a deep slumber.  The sound became increasingly urgent, and the symphony that was once playing was now just a series of frantic, urgent squawks echoing through the hills.  The noise produced was so loud that she felt as though they were all inside the little room now filled with a dim light.  Curious, she got out of bed and tip-toed over to the window, careful not to wake up anyone in the room below.  She looked outside and was astonished to find none.  She skimmed the sky, the tops of trees, and even the rocky cliffs below but did not see any birds.  Confused and agitated at this point she backed away from the window and made a pot of coffee.  The problem was still bothering her, however, and she quickly returned to the window before it was made.  She threw open the window in a now aggravated state, and became even more frustrated when all of the noise stopped.  The silence was eerie, and she quickly became weary of her surroundings.  She backed away from the window, and went over to the door.  She tried to leave, but it wouldn't budge.  Now panicking even more, she ran over to the bed and sat down.  She sat there listening to the wind trying to calm down, but soon realized that the noise she was hearing wasn't the wind, but the flapping of wings.  She looked up for a moment and did a double-take.  The wallpaper, a pretty grey with little doves on it, was moving.  One of the little doves once plastered to the wall was slowly flapping its wings.  It picked up speed and took off slowly through the open window.  Looking around the room, she saw more and more of these little white birds come to life, leaving little grey spaces in the wallpaper.  Confused and awe-struck, she walked over to the window and closed it.  The wallpaper once again became still, and the chirping outside commenced.  She walked over to her coffee, poured a cup, and slowly sat down in the chair by the window, enjoying the faint sound of chirping birds away in the distance.