So I have always been enthusiastic about cake. Anyone who really knows me knows that. But as a second grader it's hard to control that enthusiasm and I didn't see why I had to. Until it got really quiet and well, really embarrassing.
Picture it, you are sitting in your desk towards the end of another hard day of single digit multiplication and with only three (!) recesses. When Patricks mom knocks on the class room door, cupcakes in hand. I mean this was about to be the best cupcake you have ever had, with that signature store-bought taste and the fun little superman ring on top. The whole class is chattering away, seemingly unresponsive to the enormity of the event at hand. You just can't take your excitement anymore and a second later you find yourself standing atop a plastic chair yelling, "CUPCAKES" at the top of your little lungs. Then you realize, from the looks your getting from your best friend, that what you did was probably not the best idea. As you slink back down into your chair and Mrs. C (the scariest teacher at your school) heads your way, you know it's not going to be pretty.
Needless to say I went home with a strongly worded letter adressed to my parents and no cupcake in sight. I can laugh at it now but back then I was sure it was the worst day of my life.
-Kate the Cupcake Lover
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