Post by sybrant on Feb 12, 2007 22:21:14 GMT -5
Sybrant looked frantically through her binder, tearing through anything and everything. She had just had her notes the night before...
He's going to kill me... third time this week. She thought nervously, before she found a folded piece of paper among the mess.
Opening it without hesitation, she found her Italian notes.
Or, what was left of them.
Somehow, they had gotten wet. The handwriting was unreadable, and what was legible was only fragments of sentances.
"Uomo dell'aw!" Sybrant exclaimed (as the teacher requested limited English in the classroom) just as Mr. Traglia walked into the room.
He's going to kill me... third time this week. She thought nervously, before she found a folded piece of paper among the mess.
Opening it without hesitation, she found her Italian notes.
Or, what was left of them.
Somehow, they had gotten wet. The handwriting was unreadable, and what was legible was only fragments of sentances.
"Uomo dell'aw!" Sybrant exclaimed (as the teacher requested limited English in the classroom) just as Mr. Traglia walked into the room.