I've become a running joke in my creative writing class. My professor and classmates determined to find one poem that I will give a positive review to before the end of the semester.
They've set themselves up for failure, I think. Even if you would have liked it had you read it before the contest, now you'll give a bad review by default. XD
I'm pretty sure my brother's not going to be asking me questions for awhile.
"Megan, how do you tell if an egg is hard-boiled or not cooked?"
*takes egg* *runs out to kitchen* *hits on side of sink*
"..."
"Nope, it wasn't hard-boiled. Ew..."