An essay on the topic “How I once was sick”

An essay on the topic “How I once was sick”

I woke up around 10 o’clock in the afternoon. Outside the window, nothing has changed since yesterday: the same gray sky, the same oppressive atmosphere, the same snow to the knee, although it was foolish to hope that the snow suddenly melts in mid-December. If I could, I would gladly now fall asleep and did not wake up until the New Year. But it is still a long half a month, and the most sad thing is that the festival will sweep overnight.

At school I was not here for a week. No, I’m not truant, but just sick. My, as it seemed to me, a frivolous cold, grew into a serious cold. Strongly I do not like to be ill! A pile of pills and not dropping from the thermometer temperature, to all other cough and runny nose. Well, if you do not have to call a doctor. It would seem that it’s good – do not go to school, do not sit on tedious lessons, get enough sleep. After the first three days of finding a home, I realized all the salt of the disease: there’s so much to do at home. You can, of course, occupy yourself for a while with books, a computer, a TV set, but it gets so boring that after a couple of days you are already thinking about whether to start crocheting.

Strange, but I wanted to learn, I wanted to see my classmates. Honestly, I’m tired of spending every day with them, they are so bored with me that I would be glad to not see them for another 5 years. But I was not in school for three days, and I’m ready to fool around again and make all sorts of pranks, I missed it all.

I realized that at school with friends it is much more interesting than at home and alone. After all, school years are wonderful, and I do not want to spend them, lounging at home on the couch. Therefore, I’ll try to get better soon and in a couple of days I’ll be in great shape.


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An essay on the topic “How I once was sick”