I argued that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under control,
but that I would never be able to break myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more,
and that there’s not much you can do about inherited traits.
Mr. Keesing had a good laugh at my arguments, but when I proceeded to talk my way through the next class,
he assigned me a second essay. This time it was supposed to be on “An Incorrigible Chatterbox.”
I handed it in, and Mr. Keesing had nothing to complain about for two whole classes.
However, during the third class he’d finally had enough.
Anne Frank, as punishment for talking in class, write an essay entitled ‘Quack, Quack, Quack,’ said Mistress Chatterback.”
The class roared. I had to laugh too, though I'd nearly exhausted my ingenuity on the topic of chatterboxes.
It was time to come up with something else, something original.
My friend Sanne, who's good at poetry, offered to help me write the essay from beginning to end in verse.
I jumped for joy. Keesing was trying to play a joke on me with this ridiculous subject, but I'd make sure the joke was on him.
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