Triumph

Today, studio was victory. All day, Lubetz kept stating that I was one of the quiet ones who never talked. Over and over. I told him, yes, I do. I talk plenty. I by no means keep opinions to myself. He said, yes, I'm plenty talkative, but never in class when it counts. I told him he was wrong and sat there in studio, most unhappily, listlessly listening to everyone discuss our presentation for the month. At the end of studio, we finally got around to doing what I want to do. We start looking at a couple of the projects. That's when I start talking, and I give a bit of advice, some of which Mr. Smug agrees with. And as he was leaving, he turned around and said, Angela, I owe you an apology. I said you didn't talk and you talked plenty today. I gave a pert little reply of, See? I told you. And then I thought to myself, so there! Hah!
Now all I have to do is get people to notice there's a sign outside the door to the apartment that says there is to be no smoking within 20 feet of the building...