Cry

With no recourse, no clothes, and really no presentation, Alice began to sob.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sylvia, I don't know where my bag is, and I don't know where my notes are," she moaned.

"Well, Miss Alice, do you at least know a basic outline of what you'll talk about?" the teacher responded.

Alice did not; she had several note cards that she was planning on reading verbatim to get at least a C. She hadn't memorized any of them in an effort to take her mind off the stress, and now she knew absolutely nothing on the assignment. She then thought about getting an F, and how that would affect her grades, or even her graduation. She had a scholarship to Yale and Columbia, but now that seemed to be crumbling if she couldn't finish the assignment.

Alice's breakfast had been a Five Hour Energy to pump her up for this speech, but all it seemed to do was pump up her bladder. Combined with the stress, her sobbing turned into full-blown crying.

"Well, Miss Alice, this is simply unacceptable," Mrs. Sylvia admonished her.