In An Oldsters Mind :: essays research papers

In An Oldsters Mind     Crowd and noise always interrupt my mind in the TV room. I desiresomeone to take me clog up to my private room. I want to be alone and think aboutmy personal things. I appreciate that a nurse helping me to go guts my room.Along the h every(prenominal)way, I look straight forward and do nothing like a plant. Whatfactor causes the plant to move? I turn my brainiac as if I have seen my friend, aclose friend passing my wheelchair. What I see at the back actually is a nursewho is fright by my active and rare movement. When I look back again, thenurse has a already fallen onto the floor. Screaming and nervousness spread outall over the floor. Bang The door close behind me.     Staring at the mirror, I used to count the number of wrinkles on myforehead. They remind me the number of inerasable ancient events that I hadinvolved in. Rapidly, I climb on the bed. Bed is my lovely place. I call it, thegymnasium.   & nbsp I used to roll on my bed. Whenever my mind cannot occasion or do notknow what should do next, I would roll, roll and roll. This time is unusualbecause my head is crashing the fence of the bed. It is not much painful. Thecrash simoleons me rolling but starts me getting recall of my friend, Angus. At atime, my brain is working like a computer loading an enormous file. A pick up isappearing - a guy is walking towards me and gives me his saber. The saber issharp and shiny, it reflects an intensive light to my eyes. My eyes shutterreluctantly. I see my school, my night school. I am glad that this recall is notbeing erased. I remember that Angus sat beside me."Do your best. You are new to this subject. Everything here is brand new toyou. Dont worry. mediocre try your best." Angus held up his head by his hand andmurmured. His eyes were staring on the page of a novel, but I knew he wastalking to me. In my class Angus was the only one who retook the course.Everyday I att ended the course because I would get the mark of attendance. Theteachers voice was gradually fading out until no words I could hear. Everydaythe whole course started and finished like that.At home I used to turn on the radio. Loneliness was my hatred. The louderthe radio, the more it comforted me.