It's the first day of class and others said we are the best it is a plus to have the best. we are all seated on a white chair.
8:00 am, he came in and raised a 1/4 paper;
All of them jumped in, raised their hand, me, me, me! pick me I know the answer! he calmed them down, one at a time;
so they did;
Liam: Apple
Martin: Manzana
Léo: Pomme
Paul: Apfel
Leonardo: Mela
Alexander: Яблоко
Mohammed: تفاحة
Haruto: りんご
Seo-jun: 사과
Wei: 苹果
Moïse: Pòm
Hùng: Táo
Aarav: Seb
Aarav: Ābala
Rizki: Apel
Elias: Omena
Antoni: Jabłko
Andrei: Măr
Santiago: Manzana
Juan: Mansanas
"Good! You are all correct!"
They all jumped believing they did a good job.
They all answered, but he didn't ask me. He never did.
"I don't need your opinion," he said.
It's a paper. It's a paper with some writings on it. Anyone can write anything on it but it's still a paper.
What am I doing here?
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