For hours now, Angie had been painstakingly copying line for line, quote for quote, of Shakespeare text onto tiny note cards, not only to study but to provide evidence for whatever paper it is she had to write for class. By now she was slowly getting more and more tired, her hand cramping from the tiny writing and the flipping back and forth through the pages. Beyond this, she had her character position paper to write, plus reading the supplementary book for the quiz the next day. She broke her led pencil and, letting out a choice swear word, flung the pencil across the room. “I give up.” She declared, getting up from her desk and heading across the room to her bed, dropping face down onto the pillows. “I give up, I hate Shakespeare, I hate english, I’m going to drop out of school and become a train-hopping hobo. Or a “humanitarian”, either one.”
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