The Consequences of My Words

I'll be choosing the alternate answer because I don't know all that much about the current health care crisis and I'm too lazy to research about it. I can remember an interesting time, one recently passed, in which my words dramatically affected the given moment.

There (I know you don’t like this word Mr. Logsdon, but it helps me construct this sentence) I was, sitting in my chair in “the island” in the center of the room during Mr. Logsdon’s 5^th period English class. I remember that the discussion topic was essays: how to write a better one and how to grade one. The class had been handling essays for a few days now and learning how to properly analyze an essay did little to cut through the boredom caused by the repetitive nature of the essays. The class watched Mr. Logsdon with a quiet attentiveness. I did as well. However, underneath my smooth façade, my mind was in turmoil? What’s going on? Who wrote this essay? How do edit an essay in this manner during the AP test? Why am I asking myself so many stupid questions? The questions kept piling up until finally, I could not hold them back any longer. Slowly, steadily, without waver, I raised my hand. Mr. Logsdon’s eyes zoned in on me and he flashed a quick grin.

“Yes Kevin? You know I think I should give you five cards that represent the number of questions you ask per day. When you ask one question you have to turn in one.” he said.

“Okay…” I said.

“But what was your question?” he answered.

“How do you edit an essay so thoroughly while your taking the AP test?”

“Well, personally I usually edit as I write. Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah.”

Thus, now I have only four questions per day. It wasn’t exactly the words that caused outcome, but rather it was the repetition of my hand action. The raising of my hand became a signal that warned an incoming question, most likely a questionable question.