In French class, we're writing a speech on any subject we want. It has to be 3-5 minutes long, and pre-written. I wrote my speech on why YA books need to stop being written, read and made into movies. I've ranted about this subject before, so it shouldn't be hard to write out exactly what I'd say. I wrote out the basic speech in two classes, and have spent the last 4 or 5 classes waiting around for someone else to be finished so they could correct it. Today, it was finally ready for the final revision, performed by Mrs Read. I printed out a corrected copy and gave it to her.
"Hold on, I need to get the rubric from the classroom." She said. I waited for a while, not doing anything because as soon as I started anything, she would be back. I've had this thought pattern before, and the same result: waiting for ages. After probably 5 minutes, I got frustrated and took out my notebook, and started copying down all the military ranks. (For my novel, you'll get it when it's published.)
Mrs Read comes back carrying a plate with icing on it and says:" someone offered me cake." I argue that statement by saying the first thing I was taught in school is to share. She promised me I could have some the next time.
That was, in my eyes, the epitome of rudeness. You don't leave someone waiting for ten minutes while you go eat surprise cake. So, I was kind of miffed. I still am.
I wonder what kind of cake it was.
It was probably good cake.
(Insert annoyed saying here, such as 'Poop' or 'fudge')
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