Hand me rest in a silver platter.
Sitting in my room late at night while typing the test which is due tomorrow, I could not help but to hear the sound of hollow in my ears, the blunt clicking of the computer keyboard, the rev of the air conditioner and snore from the depths of the bungalow house.
I could not think how I am able to concoct questions about an American-Indian poem, participle and participial phrase and then dividing those questions into five levels of learning so to see if students ever learned anything at any level. At the same time, I could not begin to imagine how I would ever divide time to every person who needs it; people who need my time more than I do.
Knowing that they need you more than you need yourself is abating. It is information that post on your forehead that you cannot blink a nap for yourself nor think of napping at all. You know it. There has to be something done because you know that something is needed to be done. You are bothered because you know and knowing all alone ticks every nerve because after every attendance to every need you know they need, they forget and you know it. You just know but simply continue.
Understanding every text, action, and situation obliges you to just understand and accept. You have to shovel up and swallow in as if it is all right in all aspects. Understand that in every nook of people that surrounds you must register to your understanding because they expect you to have the vast measure on understanding. No colossal issue should shake you because you are expected to have composure because you have understanding, above all. Even if they take everything from you or every of their action takes toll on you, you have to understand. You just have to.
Gathering every reason and weighing them, analyzing them, to give a sound answer to a question you have nothing to do with is trudging labor. They expect you to be thoroughly systematic on your approach that in a snap you can solve anything. But you know it is not that. It does not go that way. You try hard to objectivize to calculate to process them to simple words to just be heard and in the end unconsidered. They just wanted to see if you could really get around anything and making it rational for in the end, rationality is just another word thrown out. Every evidence of sanity you ever gathered would be discarded. Then you would analyze the reasons why they would do that because you do not want to ruin the good you build around them.
Applying you learned in any humane way is a proof you lived or you are hoping to feel you live. Even it meant losing what you have or what you want or losing your identity to who you really are does not matter for you continue to practice what is taught to you all your learning life. You suppose to fit in the work mould the world made for you. They did to you what they do to the ones before you and they expect you to do just that to the ones following you. They taught you that the justice lies on doing it on the next but you hang in the thread of benevolence for you know how it hurts or how it is hard. You go out to find easier ways for them and when it is their time, they just do not do what you did for them for they not realized the ease you provided for them. They simply want to see and make people feel what they heard on other people, ignoring whatever you taught them.
Creating a barrier that could protect from realizing your frustrations simply meant being a monster to everyone. Fear feeds whatever you are too terrified to lose or finally realize. You shut the world of reason because you do not want to know that what you did had been worthless to some and the good people you grip on are actually thinking you are disposable. You do not want to lose the last thing that makes you believe you make a difference in any one's life. It is a fragile thing you create. So fragile that you will shatter with it.
Write a sentence using participial phrase describing what you did before going to school. Five points for contextually correct sentence.
