The Foxfire Chronicles- Comrades and Classmates

Presenting Projects

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          Sophie clutched her poorly drawn picture, the thought of having to present making her hands shake. Sophie didn't even get mad when Keefe winked her, she was so anxious. A lot of students had already went, and Sophie just wanted to get it over with. Unfortunately, Mr. Tamboro was picking the order. What's a presentation,  if you don't have to wait for forever to go? Sophie thought bitterly.

     Mr. Tamboro looked at his clipboard, and read the one name Sophie half didn't want to hear. "Sophie." he said. "You're up!" Sophie hobbled up to the front of the class where 43 students stared. At her. Sophie took a deep breath. It's not like this was sharing to a large group of friends, or a small class. Nope. This was a class packed with a whopping 43 students. Sophie drew up her courage, cleared her throat and began.

      "Uh, I made . . ." Sophie paused to hold up her horrifying drawing. "A flute. I think a flute represents me because, uh, I am pretty shy and quiet, and flutes are pretty quiet when playing in a piece. Also, flutes you have to carefully hold, or else they will fall, and it's the same thing with me." The class laughed, and Sophie realized they thought this was funny. She hadn't intended it to be, but. . . At least she hadn't passed out yet. "Flutes are sometimes off key a lot, and they need help to stay in tune. " Sophie continued. "If my squirrel hadn't landed on my flute case, I would still be "off key" and not know what to do for my project." The class genuinely seemed to be enjoying her presentation. "Oh." Sophie continued. "One last thing. Flutes play treble cleft (The higher cleft sign), and I naturally have a higher voice. If I tried singing lower than alto, I don't think anyone would recover." More than a couple students laughed at this. 

    Mr. Tamboro smiled good naturally. "Well done, Sophie." he said approvingly. "It's clear you really thought this through." Sophie just blushed and muttered a thanks. Sophie noticed Keefe looking at her with a You-Should-Have-Been-A-Rose-Look-at-Your-Face-Right-Now smirk. Sophie ignored him and sat back down in her seat.

   Throughout the next few minutes, Mr. Tamboro randomly selected a handful of students to present. Most were honestly, rather boring. It was actually a relief when Keefe was selected, if Sophie knew him at all, his presentation would be anything but dull. 

   Mr. Tamboro spoke warily, as if expecting a scene. "Go ahead, Mr. Sencen." Keefe began, 

    "Hey everyone!" he called out, grinning like a maniac. "How we doin' tonight?" The class erupted into cheers. Oh Please. Sophie thought, and it seemed like the only other person not completely ecstatic was Mr. Tamboro. Keefe continued, 

     "Wow." he said, raising his eyebrows. "Good looking crowd today!" The class smiled, and Keefe continued. "I mean, almost as good looking as me." Keefe said, striking a dramatic pose. The usually lifeless class burst out into laughter. How Keefe could engage an entire class like that, was a mystery to Sophie. 

     Mr. Tamboro massaged his temples. "The project, Mr. Sencen?" he asked, exasperatedly, and Keefe continued.

   "What project? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that project. See, I'm not really in the mood  right now, ya know? " Keefe paused dramatically for effect, "Hey! Carlos!" he called to one of his fellow percussionists. "Drum roll, please!" Carlos shrugged, and obeyed, giving Keefe a drum roll. A lot of the students joined Carlos by hitting their knees. Everyone got faster and faster, and when Carlos hit the symbol, the patting stopped. Keefe, who had been facing back, whirled around and held up his piece of paper in the air. On it, was an illustration of a bow. The music part about it was the pattern of the bow, little white music notes and cleft signs were sprinkled across it.