It was a cold May day. May 25th to be exact. I was sitting next to my best friend, Jimmy, when he said "Forget this. I'm not doing this. They can't make me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"This dumb english blog. I can't think about what to write. I mean really, trying to persuade someone to buy your favorite CD album? I can't do this."
"Come on man. It's not that hard. Just think about all the good things you like about it." I said, trying to convince him to do it.
"That's easy for you to say. I don't have a creative bone in my body. I have to use dialogue to fill up my writing. I can't even think of anything good to write."
"It's OK, you can just make up a good story to fill up the minimum amount of words." I said, going against my inner morals. You see, I've always believed that you should do your best, and never give anything less than 100 percent.
"Well, if that's how it is I guess I have to do it." Jimmy replied.
"And any way" I said, encouraged by Jimmy's sudden change of heart, "if you don't do it your grade will reflect the fact that you didn't do it."
"That was kind of redundant, don't you think?"
"Hey, I just convinced you to do this 'impossible' homework assignment. Don't make fun of my speech that you make fun of." I decided to be as obstinate as possible.
"I guess I won't then. Good bye sir. I bid you a fare day." Jim grabbed his laptop and walked out of the classroom.
'Wait, doesn't that belong to the school', I thought to myself. I forced myself to turn my attention back to the task at hand. I racked my mind, trying to find the forty or so words that I needed to reach the minimum amount. I was almost there, but I felt good that I had almost convinced a friend to do his journal. Almost. Horseshoes and hand grenades.
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