The good thing about it was it didn’t take any thought. I needed the mind-numbing repetitive time to get my head straight. This was almost as good a... running. When I was done, she had me fill the feed stations in each stall. I then checked to make sure they all had water. While I’d been doing that she would take a horse to the wash station and get him clean. They looked like they had been into the pond and gotten muddy.After I finished I went to help her.“What can I do?” I asked, because I. Even all my friends were like me till the tenth standard but when we went to the eleventh standard most of my friends were infatuated by boys and I was one of the odd one outs left.I have a small family that consists of my caring and loving mother and my cute but somewhat strict father.We are a middle-class family and my father has a reputed job and my mother is a house-wife. So coming to the story, this incident happened when I was in college freshman year.I went to study in one of the most. I knew the fun would begin very, very soon.Walking down the hall of the fifth floor, I came to a stop at the doorwith Dr. Jerry Walter's name on it. Walter was a professor of AmericanHistory and Political Science at the school. A mousy, slightly absent-minded man, he was in a perpetual state of disarray. Always trying tostraighten his suit and re-adjust his glasses, he was practically aclich?. In his early forties, Walter was a popular, if slightly mockedfaculty member. Knocking out the old. He'd work straight through until lunchtime, at which point he usually had a small stack of finished pages on the desk next to the typewriter, and then go off to meet Claire for lunch. In the afternoon, he'd proofread, run errands, and go for a walk with Oliver at Lakeshore Park. Will liked the routine, but he didn't realize just how much the new regular nature of his work boosted his productivity until one day near the end of April, when he counted the pages of his story in progress, and found.