As I am a curious person, one day in history class I raised my hand to ask a question about our study of John F. Kennedy. Mr. Kevin called on me, and the first word out of my mouth was “Um…” Mr. Kevin cut me off mid “um,” saying, “I’m not Mr. Um. If you want to ask him a question, go find him, but I’m not answering a question to Mr. Um.”
The next day when Mr. Kevin called on me, again the first word out of my mouth was “Um…” Mr. Kevin said, “Try again,” and I was able, in spite of my hesitation, to ask the question without saying “Um.”
At this point, I’m working hard to get “Um” out of my vocabulary. Oops, I just wrote it. I hope Mr. Kevin doesn’t see this.