Gan in da can

Oh man, I hate the essay part of the test!

What the heck am I going to write about? I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.

It’s…torturous to sit here, Number 2. pencil in hand, and contemplate essaying anything that’s going to improve my grade.

I hate tests! I hate this test. I hate hate. I hate hating to hate hate while I sit here trying to think of some sort of prose that won’t get me flunking out of this class again…

I can’t take re-doing Kindergarten for the fifth time.

I mean, sure, I love finger painting as much as the next guy, but c’mon! It’s just not right. I’m only one kid, and this paper is really big.

Heck, the darn page is college-ruled. How can that be? And why am I, a mere tot, being asked to write an essay on “the dialectical nature of obdurate interactions among linguistic primates of the lower Mesopotamian vector” anyway?

Oh well, maybe I can just wing it.

OK, here goes…

Um. Yeah.

Well, I do enjoy snack time, so I guess a re-do isn’t all bad. Only problem is, I’m really too big for the chairs at this point.

Guess if life gives you lemons, you just gotta drink lemonade instead of fruit punch.

C’est la vie!