Oleander asks: Did you ever fail a test? How did you handle it?
How did I handle my failure? How does anyone handle failure, really?
So, yeah. I ate it. Yes, I ate the test. I mean, what else was I supposed to do with the evidence of my failure?
To be fair, it was a one page math test. I could not possibly have eaten an essay-based or multiple-choice test.
Note: Don’t be ridiculous.
And also, it was a C+. I didn’t actually like, fail a test. Oh my goodness, no. An actual failed test never occurred in the history of my lifetime.
And finally, I was in fourth grade. I think maybe I had a problem.
Okay, fine. Maybe all of my problems have yet to be resolved. But I’m working them.
And then, I’ll die.
Well, that’s depressing. I think I’ll go write a sad poem. And eat it.
Okay Little Miss Oleander: What are your verbal pet peeves? What weird phrases or things do people say that drive you bonkers?