“I thought I told you guys to fold your slips of paper one time,” He said in his annoyed voice. Which he always spreads out his words and says each word slower and in a lower tone. Ironically it’s also a very annoying voice.
The class chuckles as Mr. Davis continues to unfold this piece of paper. What was supposed to be a very small slip of paper folded in half with a student’s full name written on it, has turned into a whole piece of paper on it with a students’ initials “JTB.”
He reads off the paper in his annoying voice. “JTB, let me guess, James Timothy Baker. This paper better be good.” He said in a new tone. I’ve always been alright at stories but this isn’t a story. This is a research paper with personal experience that I had to write about any topic I want involving humans and emotions. So I’m not sure if Mr. Davis thinks I’m going to do well. But I stood up from my desk, grabbed my paper, and walked towards the front of the room. Not trying to boast but I am a pretty smart kid. I’ve been in all advanced classes since freshman year. This year I’m in all advanced classes including this Junior AP psychology class. I don’t have a lot of friends but a lot of people consider me their