Writing Help-Group For Everyone discussion

Okai, so I'ma gonna post my random little stories about my day and funniest/embarrassing/fun moments. I'm going to fail at this, but at least it's all in my own words. ;)

I walked into the classroom, nervous as usual about the speech I had to do today. I didn't have an artifact and had only made my speech up the night before it was due, meaning I hadn't practiced it at all. I watched my classmates get up one by one, presenting their speeches and artifacts almost perfectly with only a few mistakes. Soon enough, as fate so often has its cruel moments, I heard my teacher call my name out. As I got up, feeling everyone's eyes on me, I made my way to the front of the classroom to face my audience.
"Start," my teacher told me, his pen posed above the criteria sheet. All ready to mark away. I froze, reading my speech for the tenth time that morning.
"Slowly and hesitantly, I began my dreadful speech.
"Good afternoon, Mr Burgess and classmates. Today I am here to.. Um...." I stopped reading my speech palm cards again. I felt like I was blushing brighter than the sun. I swallowed, trying to regain control of my mouth, which had stopped responding to my mental urges to move. I glanced at the class, immediately regretting it the moment I did. That just made me more nervous and shy.
Finally, after what seemed a eternity, Mr Burgess told me, "Go sit down. I will speak to you at lunch time." as I sat down, resuming my seat next to the only person in my class I could truly talk to without the fear of feeling embarrassed, I realised that I was close to crying. I blinked, trying to think of funny thoughts. It doesn't work too well when you are stressed over things. Finally, the bell rang for lunch, signaling the end of class for the first lesson. As my fellow students ran outside, I started to pack away my things but didn't follow. I waited for my sose-English teacher to say something. He waited until the last student had left the room, then leaned against a desk. "Why didn't you do your speech?"
"I was...translating my Italian thing, and I... Uh.."
He folded his arms. "You have by the end of lunch to practice. You'll do it in English."
I nodded, and picked up my things and left the room. On my way to Danielle, the latest addition to my bunch of friends, I started to tear up again. A small portion because I was worried about the retry after lunch, but most from the feeling of relief comming from the avoided experience of him calling my parents. As I finally found my way to Danielle, Kacey and Bonnie, I blinked furiously. Only Kacey noticed.
"Oh my god, you're crying." she said.
"No I'm not.." I mumbled, avoiding looking at her directly.
"Then why is water coming out of your eyes?!!??"
"I dunno, maybe I'm sweating with my eyeballs..."

Hmmm....

Oh dear. You've actually read it??!??????
O.o


And woe behold, the shiny spike upon which my world is built thus! D:

Your story reminds me of certain people I know...

How? O.o

I'd sooner leave it a mystery for now -.o

They're embarrassing? O.o

Which reminds me. ....

I HAVE A NEW STORY TO ADD! ^_^

Phoebe wrote: "They're embarrassing? O.o"

... At times...

Julius wrote: "Phoebe wrote: "They're embarrassing? O.o"

... At times..."

YES!!

Highfive them for me, will ya? xD

Eeyi ho ho, eeyi ho ho *does a Indian dance*

You know that moment when you are waiting for the bell even though you know it seems ages away and then the class gets so loud you can't hear your own train of thought? This happened to me last month. We were in the computer lab, doing- you guessed it- computer-related things. We had our Italian teacher instead of our normal teach that day. Expecting it to be a very boring lesson indeed, we settled down for another lecture and a remindment that we had to finish the assignment before the end of the lesson. Towards the end of the lesson, one person started talking really loudly. Then another. Then at least twenty voices, all at once, shouting, yelling, screaming to be heard.

Everyone was getting up and throwing things around, from paper airplanes to slinging stuff with rubber bands at certain targets. The teacher was yelling something, which couldn't be heard above all the riot. He probably said, "Unless you calm down, NO-ONE is LEAVING!" I dunno, that is just what I THOUGHT he had said. Could've been, " Don't break the computers!" or something. Anyway! While I was just sitting at my computer laughing quietly at the craziness -my friend and I were the only ones that didn't go crazy- I couldn't even hear the kid next to me. As kids were yelling and woooping at the top of ther voices, I heard the bell for hometime ringing rather weakly amongst all the noise. Everyone rushed to the door. As the teacher tried to keep the kids inside, he must have known it was useless to try surrounded by a group of grade 8 highschoolers. I have no idea what the people within the school boundary were thinking. Probably, "What the....?!!"

In the end, when the teacher finally opened the door, everyone ran out almost as loudly as when inside. Kids stampeded past the doorway, pushing aside others to escape the confidements of the room. As every person in my class left, Then noise calmed down. My ears were still ringing from all the noise while I was trying to get to sleep that night.

Pretty sure I'm a bit deaf in one ear now, too!

*THE END*

Yep. The life of a friend of mine indeed. Her school i just like that.

LOL.no, that's just my class.


I have to admit.... THAT WAS THE FINNEST LESSON EVA!!! XD

I'm sure....

Funniest*

Friggin autocorrect.. -_-

Okai, so this is what happened a couple days ago:



I was typing up my story on my iPod-which, let me tell you, was pretty hard to do with autocorrect- when I heard the dog barking at something. I got out of bed and worked my way to my bedroom door, which was closed. I was about to open it, when a scraping noise occurred from the other side. I assumed it was the dog, who might have been scratching the door. I shrugged, and threw the door open wide. Fully expecting the dog to be sitting at my feet, I was surprised to learn that Chino was on the other side of the house, barking at something outside. Next I put the strange scraping noise down to the animals in the roof. But maybe, the noise.... it had been a figurement of my imagination? I mean, being at home by yourself can be pretty spooky at times. The imagination is often overworked in such cases. Little did I actually believe it was all in my head. Convincing myself nothing here could possibly scare me, I ventured from the hallway into the living room. You know that freaky moment when something happens and you can't deny it? Well, daja-vu for me. Though it was pure daylight, the house was creepier right then than it could ever be at night. The dog was still barking at something outside, but my attention was elsewhere right then. I thought it was a figurement of my imagination, yet again, overworking itself to make me fearful of something leaping out at me and scaring me to death. Something akin to a hand, caught in the corner of my eye while I had been studying the dog, diss spearing into the garage. Good sense told me not to follow, as well as the resounding clash of something heavy being knocked over. Fleeing back to my room, I grabbed my bowling pin, put aside for such circumstances as this. Taking a deep breath, I advanced towards my dog, who had stopped barking. Assuming the worst, I steadied myself with a breath and crept around the table. What I saw both surprised and confused me. My dog was fast asleep. Pondering this, I suddenly had the creepy feeling of being watched myself. I glanced outside, expecting to see the owner of the hand. But no-one was there. I was about to put my bowling pin down, instead of carrying that heavy thing around, but upon one last glance outside I saw that strange hand, in the very furthest reaches of the highest tree wavin at me. Then it vanished, as if it never were. And it probably wasn't real, either. But what had caused the sound in the shed?

I did not move from where I was standing until mum and dad returned with my sisters and I wasn't alone no more.

Easily frightened, are we? :P

Normally I ain't..... But I was tired, so I got scared.

Yes, I can be. And you can't say you haven't been scared like that before, either! *folds arms defiantly and stares with a slight smile*

We've all been stuck in practice tests before, have we not? Where the tests are from the year before. We've all been through it, during our school days. Yes. I am talking about... NAPLAN. We were having a spelling and grammar English test, being the latter. I finished the spelling section with slight ease (Some words I was confused how to spell, unfortunately!). By now, most of my classmates were working hard. Except a few people. They were throwing things around in the background, the teacher ignoring them at first. I glanced up at the teacher, and saw the following expressions on his face: 1). "Dude, this is a test!" 2). "I am going to give you detention any minute now...!" And, lastly, "I am going to murder you!". As the last straw, the teacher began to say, "Will you PL---!!". Only to have a wad of paper airplane hitting him in the face. The face he had then was hilariously angry, the bald patch on his head not helping the matter of how funny he looked. The other students had noticed this, too, just like I had. You can expect what happened next. Five seconds of silence hit the test-like atmosphere. Then everyone started laughing. The teacher started to continue yelling, to no avail. What's more, is the the fact that since the test atmosphere was ruined, the people next door could probably (more than most likely) hear us. Yep. This class is so strange.

Y'all are mean to your teacher!

reply later mum's eyes on me ment to be doing work

NAPLAN o_o OH THE HORROR!! though i got great marks for it ^_^ apart from spelling and math

Julius wrote: "Y'all are mean to your teacher!"

Am not! Besides, it was... -bwhuhahahahhha-Hilarious at the time. Though we all got detention afterwards (which everyone conveniently "forgot" about after class).

ᑕᗢᗝᒪḰᓮᖙᖇᗢჯ123 wrote: "NAPLAN o_o OH THE HORROR!! though i got great marks for it ^_^ apart from spelling and math"

I think I flunked -(failed)- my test practice for maths. If that had been the real test, I would have gotten a thousand D's. xD

I liked the spelling part of the test, though. ^_^

Okay! Time for another!

((NOTE: I am still NOT going to use REAL NAMES. ;) ~ ))

A couple weeks ago:

It turned out to be as ordinary a boring day at school should be- at least, until I went to the library to talk to my friends. I noticed some of y friends outside the library first, taking note that they were trying to avoid lookin me in the eyes as we spoke. Now, as you could expect, when I couldn't gather any information out of them about why they weren't making eye contact, I was a very concerned friend indeed! So, I did the only thing I could do - I followed their source of trouble into the Quiet Reading Room of the School Library. Little had I expected at all the scene that presented itself before me that day...

"OOOHH!! Everyone, look! Phoebe's here!!" Said my excitable friend Kat with a absolutely devilish smile on her face. If I couldn't already tell from the noiselevel outside the room, that expression read, quite clearly, "RUN WHILE YOU CAN!". As soon as she barely finished speaking, she dashed over to me, grabbing my hand and being the first of my bunch of friends to drag me over to their source of amusement. I stared, absolutely surprised and more than a bit suspicious about the seemingly-innocent object in one of my other friend's, Ella's, hands-

A book.



Now, any other person would think this was an unsuspiscious scene, a person holding a book in a quiet place such as the reading room. They would just walk by, not suspecting anything. But I could immediately tell the book was a bad influence in a place such as that, if those demonic grins of delight and absolute hilarity in those 'specific' friend's eyes said anything.
"Hehe, you have to read this!" Ella said, flipping though the pages of the book as if lookin for a specific paragraph. Or thing. She must have found it, though, because the next minute a triumphant "Aha!" Sounded throughout the now slightly-noisy room, echoing off some of the walls and packed bookcases. She shoved the book at me, and everyone was giggling as I read the first line of the page presented to me. Honestly, I didn't know what, exactly, I had been expecting. Perhaps a hidden pop-up book, or maybe a joke or two. My last guess was more or less correct. I never read past the first line- I was too busy flinging the book away from me and trying to hold in my laughing fit, mainly because that was far too immature, and partly because I felt sorry for the poor kid trying to read while having to endure the din. Then the library monitor came in at the same time I had planned on leaving before I couldn't hold it in any longer.

The woman was highly annoyed, you could tell that much from her expression. "Keep quiet in here, there is a young man you is actually trying to read, and you people are disrupting him. If you keep this up, I will kick you out of the library!" She snapped, twirling around on her heals firmly and fiercely as she storms back out. I, having no need to be kicked out of one of my only safe places in the school were people wouldn't comment on the size of my book, took my leave of my friends, who had chosen the greatest timing in the universe to burst into rancorous laughter, effectively making a big enough din to attract every one in the library to stare at the source of the noise. As I was leaving, I couldn't help but think, as I finally exit the library and burst into my own fit of laughter, that they should really keep adult books further away from "children".






That said, I collected my bag off the Bag Rack and ran for it, knowing if I stayed there I would really get in trouble.

Do I wanna know what it said?

Ninja: Kassi: Aphrodite: A positive attitude wrote: "Do I wanna know what it said?"

NOPE.