KittyKat
I lost the speech contest after I realized that the note cards I had were from my child birthing class and not about animal abuse.
I lost the speech contest after I realized that the note cards I had were from my child birthing class and not about animal abuse.
Sinking into the dull green striped chair shoved near the back corner radio, I sat listening to the brilliant teacher, preaching to the class beliefs of love and peace.
He sat down next to me in the second row and taught me how to play Go in Latin class.
I was just thinking that I have never heard him speak when he looked up at the board and said in an almost musical voice, "That's a big number."