Sour Girl

I don't give as many speeches these days as I used to--I've realized their success (read: failure) ratio--but sometimes I can't help but indulge. My sixth period class was shirking work and so, before lunch, I copped my most didactic of demeanors and launched into an explanation of decorum in academia.


Me: "[Yadda yadda yadda] ...All right, guys?" The lunch bell rings. "I'm sorry, I mean I don't want to leave on a sour note but..."

Alisha: "Aw I love sour stuff!"


I think I'm finally getting through to them.