I tapped the pencil on the corner of my desk, bouncing my leg in rhythm. Some kid in front of me turned to glare.
I tapped my pencil a bit harder.
More glare.
"Whomever is tapping their pencil, stop!" barked the old English teacher.
I stopped letting out a sigh. I looked back down at my test and glanced over the cluster of words. Most of them were just incomprehensible to me. It's one of those days where I just cannot focus.
Question 8: Place commas in the necessary places in the sentence.
"Hello" Maria spoke "what should we do?"
Really? AP Lit and this is what we are doing?
I quickly finished the test meant for a third grader and flipped the packet over.
I began tracing the graffiti on the desk, random shapes, vulgar words, or little notes put by others sitting where I do.
Hello
I gave the word a strange look, not that that is very helpful considering its just a word. Okay, I'll bite.
Hi
Whatever, probably some dumb kid just going to write penis back or something.
The bell rung and our class was dismissed.
