I was sitting in chemistry class zoning out once again. I refocused my eyes on the board and tried to pay attention. I looked over at the clock and saw that we had twenty five more minutes of class. I went to bed late last night which proved to be a bad idea today. This class was so boring that no matter what I did I couldn’t pay attention. I reached into my bag and started looking around for the small bottle my mom gave me. She said I would need it if class ever got boring. I finally found it. 

    I turned it over to see what the directions were but they weren’t there. Instead there was a note taped to it from my mom. It reads...Only use it if you have to because it doesn’t last long.

I took the small cap off and drank the bottle. In less than five minutes it started paying attention and I wasn’t bored at all. The rest of the day went smooth and I enjoyed every class. I wasn’t even bored in math which I hate even more than chemistry. 

A cure for boredom

Would be grand

But you wouldn’t

Be able to stand

The smell of honey

Anymore

Because it would make

The world into four.

Four little mice

Would snore and snore

But at least,

You wouldn’t

 Be bored anymore.
a cure for boredom

Would be great

But you wouldn’t

Still live in the state.

A couple of days

 would pass you by

Then you would move

To Chicago and cry.

Chicago would be 

Your home tomorrow,

And all your days

 would be filled with sorrow.

Although your life

Would shine no more,

At least 

You wouldn’t be bored

anymore.



 

first, add a teaspoon of sugar (because the opposite of boredom is fun, and what is fun if not sweet?)
sprinkle it into a cauldron of sparkling water. 
let it simmer—use your patience!—and once it starts to bubble, 
add 14 drops of bottled sunshine. 
(it works best if it has been collected in May)

the mixture should turn lime green.
wait three minutes,
and then pour in:
hysterical laughter (as much of it as you have!)
frost that was collected on a December morning
and a bit of luck for good measure. 

at this point, it will either be neon orange,
navy blue,
or lilac. 

stir it four times counterclockwise, 
then eight times clockwise. 
add the taste of dark chocolate,
the smell of old books,
and a fiery red maple leaf.

boil it until it’s an iridescent silver,
and then chill it before serving.

drink it whenever you feel the twinge of monotony—