This story is for my friend Vixel (TheSnowAngel). Because she rocks. And it's a present. Hope you like it! :D
And for those of you wondering, I did in fact write this in the five minutes allowed. ^^
"You have five minutes to write the longest run-on sentence you can. This may be challenging, but it's not for a grade."
...-.- You have got to be kidding me...
"Ready? Begin."
This is supposed to be about the best or the worst day of my life but I can't possibly label one day as the best or worst when there are so many more days to come that could get so much worse than the worst day I've had to this day so the best option right now is just to write what comes to mind and keep this so called "sentence" going by feeding it useless information one word at a time and I suppose I could just say that right now I am hating this paper more than any other paper I've ever written due only to the fact that this is for a college class and my English professor is the one who told us to write this monster of a grammar error in the first place which pisses me off because it's for a class that I paid for with real money so I can actually learn something new which was really Vexen's idea in the first place about being a little more social and getting to know the world better by being there and how books won't teach me life skills yet all I get is this "paper" that I'm required to write is that I have to purposely write with absolutely horrible grammar and that I have five minutes to do it, which by the way, I find rather pointless in the end because this teacher's goal is to teach us how run-on sentences are bad but he has us write the longest one we can so for the sake of feeling like I've accomplished my goal of writing about the worst day of my life I've decided that that day is today right now as I write this paper and keep writing it because I apparently paid a teacher to make me live out this nightmare, which, when I list the number, will have leached a word count of 326 words and already it's much longer I think the teacher fell asleep because there is no possible way that it's been less than five minutes already no I checked and sadly it's only been four minutes and 30 seconds I really can't wait for time to be up because I'm tired of writing this ridiculously rangy and ludicrously lengthy alliteration of an allocution with a painful absence of punctuation!... There. I ended it... It's finally over...
Mr. Ansem watched as his front row student, Zexion, let his head drop and hit the desk exactly at the five minute mark. He smirked and cleared his voice.
"Ehem... Zexion, would you like to share your sentence with the rest of the class?"
"..."
...-.- You have got to be kidding me...