Dread

There’s nothing like the dread of reading, out loud in front of the class, something you’ve painstakingly worked, re-worked and finally submitted to the critical masses that are your classmates and teachers.

All that, dramatically, to say…. “please please please I hope you liked my play.  PLEEEEEEASE.  Tell me it was OK.  Tell me you liked it… PLEEEEEEEASE!!!!”

I mean…

Pfft.  I don’t care if you don’t like it.  Whatever.

I think it’s awesome.

Toates.

Pfft.

Whatever.

 

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