It was a regular weekday. I had just finished my favorite class, Interpersonal Communications, and I was very glad the school day was over. As usual my little brother Jason was being a little brat, and following me asking me annoying questions. I had just learned about I-Language from the best teacher Mrs. Jensen. I decided to give it a try in this situation. Instead of doing what the little puke deserved, a backhand to the face, I would try I-language.
<Tab/>I knew that these feelings of frustration were mostly my part and he was just being a regular kid, so I needed to…
