I now know what torture is.
Little kids think it’s torturous to see candy on the shelves when they go to the grocery store with their parents on Saturday mornings. Oh, they want the candy so bad. Mom said “no,” though. They simply can’t have it.
My teenagers think they know what torture is. Every time I give them work to do or introduce a new topic in English class, they think I’m only doing it to torture them. Learning topic sentences (for the first time since 8th grade) is torturous for them. Writing sentences using specific forms tortures them. It makes them better writers, of course, but they simply don’t want to do it.
I have this fiance; I’m marrying him on June 12, 2010. I know he’s the one. He proposed on April 9 and left the next day. So, basically, he said, “spend the rest of your life with me?” and then left and I won’t see him until May first. Dumb. That, my friends, is the essence of torture.