The Lesson
Disclaimer: I do not own Matt or Mello.
Matt's POV
Mello had decided that this would be good for me. Mello, not for the first time, was wrong. He was dead wrong. This had to be one of his worst ideas.
Mello said this would open new doors. He said this would 'enhance his learning skills' and 'increase cognitive ability'. Mello was wrong.
I sat there, staring at the iPod; my patience level decreasing exponentially along with the same rate my frustration level increased. This was soooo stupid!
"'Guten Tag'. Repeat after me: 'Guten Tag'."
"I got it already. I learned it the first three-thousand times you said it! Guten Tag means good friggin' day! I know bitte means please, too! We did that one for 3 hours, too! We already went over this!"
"Guten Tag."
"Ugghhhh! Can we please move onto something else?"
"Okay, now we're going to learn a new word."
"Yes! Finally, something new!"
"Guten Morgen!"
"Ugh!" I hung my head in despair. I would do anything for Mello, but this was taking it to an extreme.
"Play the next track tomorrow to learn how to say 'thank you'," the computer's voice said.
"No! I will not 'play the next track tomorrow' because this was a perfectly good was of frickin' video game time! I could've beaten two whole video games in the time it took to complete this damn lesson. And what did I get out of it? Nothin'! Squat, zilch, nix, nada, goose egg, zippo, frickin' nothing!"
"Wow. I didn't know you felt so strongly about a CD that teaches you German, Matt. It was supposed to help you."
I jumped a foot in the air. I hadn't heard Mello return from the grocery store.
"Help me? You think that was supposed to help me? That was one of the biggest wastes of times I've ever seen!"
"Oh. Well then. I guess I stopped at the library and got the Spanish, French, and Dutch CDs for nothing then."
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I grabbed my Nintendo DS before running out of the room as fast as I could.