This is a somewhat scary story. I was most bored in 1989/90, when I was 18. I was living in Poland then. This was my last year in high school. At the end of it there was an exam, which included, among other things, writing an essay on literature and passing an oral exam on the similar subject. So every schoolday we had Polish (i.e. literature) lessons, which went according to to the following schema: author - title - poem - symbols - what the author wanted to say - author - title - poem - ... and so on ad infinitum. As you can imagine, I was quite bored. However, because of the approaching exam, I did not allow myself to wander into the 5th dimension(*), but tried to keep with the teacher. Sometime in October a sudden thought occured to me, that if I were to suddenly raise and punch the teacher on the nose, the boredom would surely cease. The idea was easy to implement, because I was sitting in the first row. As insane as it was, the thought was clearly logical and difficult to refute. And so this quiet and obedient student, who never before got into trouble, spent every day of that school year desperately trying to control himself and putting all strength of his will into not hitting the literature teacher. Neither was I learning anything, nor having quality time in the 5th dimension, but in the end I prevailed and graduated from high school without punching the teacher's nose. Poor guy never knew in what danger he was! I actually had nothing against him. He was a very nice guy, and I liked him. It was all about stopping the intolerable boredom.
(*) I hope that you can figure out what it is, can't you?
