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1)A couple of weeks ago I decided to make a surprise for my girlfriend and gave her flowers.

2)I felt myself very flustered, because i didn't know if she was home.

3)When I went up to the floor I stood near the window and decided to fixate the flowers with tape.

4)After a few seconds, I heard a sound.

5)The door was opened, and I wasn't prepared for it at all.

6)I was staying composed, the door was behind me and I said, «Stop, wait a bit».

7)A minute later I turned around and saw a neighbour from another flat.

8)I didn't even presume that this could happen!

9)But, the neighbour had headphones with a loud music and I exhaled.

10)The story ended well, my girlfriend was at home and she was very happy to see me.

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Some people think that being forgiving is always a certainly positive trait. Some of them expect everyone to be like that by default. Some of them will call you spiteful and even get hysterical when you refuse to help them as if it was supposed to be your obligation rather than an act of graciousness. They may see your rejection as hostility and want to get even with you. It is important to understand early that such melodramatic people exist so as to not get flustered every time you encounter them. If you do, try to remain composed and do not try to engage in a sincere discussion. These people do not take any answer that comes down to you saying ‘No’. Eventually you will get defensive and they will come out victorious. Unless you learn to not care.

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Not so far ago the friend of my mom asked me if I would be so gracious to look after the child for a day. She assured me that her son is totally a little angel and I did not foresee anything abnormal. First of all, I was required to feed the boy with porridge but he rejected to have a meal emphatically. Honestly, it was not a big surprise for me cause I have lots of siblings  and I am quite mellow when it comes to baby-sitting.  I needed to be resourceful to come up with kind of game and convince him to reconsider. Then he proposed the solution for both of us: he would eat his breakfast and I would treat him with some candies. However, I knew that any sweets were forbidden for him, well, I was forced to say "No". What I could not presume was that he would become hysterical, yelling and waving the hands and legs. It made me absolutely flustered, I could not disregar a situation and let the child, who was not mine, cry.  I had no choice but to give in to him, being concerned about what he could tell his mom. In the hindsight, I understand that it was a mistake and I should be more persevered, so, probably I am not so good with kids as I thought.

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For the whole life I felt myself having an ability to easily learn whatever I wanted to but lazy and undisciplined to use the potential. Accidentally at the end of the 1 year in MISIS I self-diagnozed ADHD and this made me flustered. How couldn't I realize that simple thing, that my "laziness" and related things were influenced by the structure of brain that differs from neurotypical. Though I didn't find any support among any of my family members, So I decided to act like being composed and ordered generic prescriptions from India. The reason why I didn't just buy this pharmaceuticals in a local drugstore was that I didn't have enough money to afford the regular courses consisted of meds bought locally. The way I had to pass seemed to require resourcefulness: I had to create a bitcoin-wallet,deposit it, find the retailer and negotiate about the price, amount and other conditions. As the result, nothing has happened. I would like to tell about how victorious I felt going away from the postal service with the package, I've been waiting for, but I wasn't composed enough to fight the disorder. So the story kinda has no end yet because I still didn't leave the thoughts about ordering meds. The thing that I found both weird and funny, I have created a new e-mail in order not to associate with that client who wrote the retailer few month ago and didn't actually ordered a thing.

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Last summer me and my friends went to Kaliningrad. We presumed to visit most popular cities in Kaliningrad region and the first one in our plan was Svetlogorsk. Fate was gracious and we got in there without any flustered situations. While we were enjoying sightseeing we accidently went to a park-forest. We felt pretty mellow in there when suddenly I’ve heard barking pack of dogs. I disregarded it in vain. When we went a bit further we saw ~15 dogs, they were looking pretty defensive. My friend became hysterical and so did I, but I made myself to stay composed. We quickly got back, none of us could foresee that we will get out of there so easily.

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Yesterday, I watched Manchester derby. Due to the fact that I support Manchester City, I presumed that my favourite team would be victorious. Moreover, City’s coach Josep Guardiola was so resourceful that the team was able to pull of an astonishing 21 matches winning streak. In addition, the adversary scored only 1 goal throughout the matches with the top 6 teams. So right before the game I was in a mellow mood. However, a clumsy tackle by City’s player Gabriel Jesus, resulted in a converted penalty after just two minutes. This event made me reconsider my opinion on the game’s outcome. Manchester United continued to build up the pressure and I suddenly got flustered because everything was going wrong, although they were very forgiving with their moments, otherwise City could have fallen even further behind. I interpreted the situation was salvageable melodramatically fixated on the pitch. This definitely wasn’t something I had envisioned. Unfortunately, the City’s attack was far from scintillating best, which in turn, dismissed any doubts about the winner. Despite the derby loss, I was satisfied that Manchester City’s players stayed remarkably composed during the whole game. In my opinion, this admirable quality can help the team achieve desirable outcome in different tournaments.

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I would like to tell you the story of how I graciously broke through the closed borders from Kazakhstan to Russia during the quarantine. My story begins with the fact that in March 2020, due to the announced quarantine, I had to return back home to Kazakhstan, where, according to further developments, I was stuck for 8 months.
I got really flustered because tickets were bought up at lightning speed and the prices for them broke record and reached 30000-40000 rubles.
After like six months of fruitless attempts to buy plane tickets, my friend and I decide to cross the border by land, telling that we are going for education purpose. According to our calculations, the chances of passing without problems were 50 percent, but we have been composed.Since we decided on this risky step at the last moment, we had a tight deadline for preparing the documents. Before crossing the border, we had to drive 1000 kilometers stopping passing cars.
At first, the trip was a little difficult, but soon we were ready for any outcome of events at the border and felt really defensive and optimistic because there was no way back.When we passed the border, we met mellow customs officers. Thanks to this, we had no problems with the documents and we calmly went to Orenburg.Things got even better when we got in a taxi and we got a very interesting driver. He was not really spiteful and the whole trip we talked about various interesting topics.As a result, we got to Moscow and were able to attend classes full-time without any proble

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I was too quick to dismiss this task as trivial.

Desperately trying to stay composed, I slowly succumbed to the dread that forced writing inspires in me.

After I'd analyzed the task description it became clear that I had to reconsider my chances of getting a B this semester.

Not being guided by any restrictions story-wise, I couldn't envision the direction I was supposed to lead my narrative towards.

Although the chances of coming out victorious were getting bleak, I knew there was still hope.

I had always considered myself a resourceful one, and no writer's block could stop me from fulfilling my duty.

About 15 excruciating minutes later and the creative centers in my frontal cortex were gracious enough to produce an idea I could write down.

The final product seemed a bit too melodramatic at times but met all the criteria, and I was finally free.

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Three days ago I tried to step out of my comfort zone. I presumed that it was a good idea, but I was wrong. I've met my friend, we were talking about some random stuff and in the end we decided to break down the walls of human disregard, just two enthusiastic mellow guys.

So, we were walking around the block and noticed a small disco-ball on the windowsill of the 1st floor flat. We foresaw, “Aha! These guys seem to be having fun, so why don't we join them?"

We knocked on their window, and a very tipsy (also kind of mellow) middle-aged woman looked out of the window, angrily. I asked with the most harmless voice the human being can produce if they would like to eat eclairs (we bought them) together in their kitchen, because we are bored, and they seemed funny.

After this proposal, the head of an even more drunk and flustered man appeared in the window, who not quite politely asked us to leave, which we did, not wanting to communicate with spiteful people, and even more so to eat eclairs with them.

The moral of the story is that sometimes it's much better to stay in your comfort zone.

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I was in such a mellow mood on Sunday evening until I realized it was Monday. My brain went further and victoriously interpreted tomorrow would be Tuesday which meant I was going to have an English class. Yet my homework wasn't done because I'd considered myself to be resourceful enough to complete it at the last minute. Trying to stay composed I opened our VK group. I presumed it'd be a harmless task but I was wrong. I didn't foresee what was waiting for me. It challenged me in the most spiteful way...

Writing a story.

Immediately I got flustered. What could I tell? My brain tried to remember or envisage at least anything normal but in vain. It really made me reconsider the meaning of my life!

So now I'm writing this melodramatic nonsense at 1 am. I shouldn't have disregarded the opportunity to do homework in advance.

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Small history about wine. /hometask edition\

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Small history about wine. /hometask edition\

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Wine history starts a lot of years ago, and many nations interoperated it differently. But I love much more Persian version of this legend.

One king saved bird from very offensive snake. And in gratitude this harmless bird had give to Persians the vine seeds. From this plant people started to get a very mellow juice. One day somebody mistakenly served sour juice to the king, this act make king very hysterical and spiteful. And he ordered to hide this juice deep down in the palace.

Nobody know how many time passed from that time. But one day favorite concubine of king get flustered and decide to commit suicide. She decided to get poisoned and drink that old juice. But it acted like a sleeping pill and after this sleep she waked up and became very composed. After that story, a lot of people start to drink old grape juice to calm down and stop beeing meladramatic.

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Recently I faced a really unfortunate problem I could never foresee.

It was a great day, I had a walk with my boyfriend, everything seemed nice. However, when we came to bus station I decided to check my pocket and later on realized that I had lost my phone somewhere on the way. I instantly started to panic and look for my phone hysterically.

After 30 minutes of searching everywhere we had been before, I got in the resourceful mode and found a way to call my uncle and ask him to turn the “Find me” mode on the lost phone. When it finally connected we could easily see my phone riding away somewhere far from where we were and that’s exactly where I lost all my hope and got flustered.

In a matter of time, we saw on the map that the phone stopped in a place of my living so we quickly decided to somehow catch the attention of a person who had found it. Guess what? The person ended up to be extremely gracious so our little plan worked.

The person called us and chose a time to meet up. So now my phone is back and I am really grateful for that.

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This story took place in London in 2017. We went there with a school group and settled in a small apartment next to Wembley Stadium. My friend and I were there for the first time, but immediately felt like at home there. So this was the second day of our stay, about 2 am. Despite the time, my friend and I were very cheerful, and while the other guys were playing cards in the kitchen, we decided to take a walk in the area. After telling them about this, we went for a walk. Arriving at the subway, we had a bite to eat at a local McDonald's and headed back. It seemed to us that it took about 10 minutes, but in fact it took more than half an hour. On the way to the apartment, we suddenly saw the rest of the boys and thought that they also went out for a walk. But we could not have foreseen that they would start yelling at us. It turned out that the guys did not hear our words about the walk and during our absence managed to lose us and even call the police, showing our photos at the reception.
This is how a seemingly harmless walk made our whole group to be hysterical.