Telling the class to have fun making their films and the class actually having fun were two different things completely. Savannah vaguely understood the poem -- thanks to Spark Notes -- but she failed to understand why they had to read it in the first place.
Funny how that was what most people said about math...
When Savannah arrived, she looked composed and cool, as she often did. Her smile betrayed nothing of the panic that was slowly consuming her regarding this project.
"Sorry," she began with a smile. "I'm not very late, am I?"