-to criticize or scold someone severely for a mistake they supposedly did
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Being given an opportunity to be able to broadcast or voice out your words throughout the whole campus with a microphone can only have two responses -- for the most part, that is. One would be either found swooning and growing giddy from the excitement of being given a once in a lifetime opportunity. Two, you will be met by a paling face of horror from the dreadful activity of doing public speaking.
In the opinion of the fabulous god in charge of the world within this wee amateur story, I can say that it depends on the circumstances. If it were supposed to be formal like a graded performance for the memorized recitation of the whole Gettysburg Address, you can expect me shivering like a vibrator. On the other hand, during the events handled by the student council, you should have seen me unabashedly announce my social media accounts before a population of a thousand and thirty four students and around thirty to forty teaching staff for them to follow during my farewell speech.
I believe that we must cease every opportunity we have.
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"(Y/N) fucking (L/N)!" A livid tone speaks through the speakers surrounding the whole campus, from behind the scenes was a certain pale faced teen who was practically screaming at the microphone within the broadcasting room. The students and visitors buzzing down the crowded hallways of Sin-ui owned a surprised look at the sudden profanity -- a few particular teens feeling their sweat drop as they swore they saw the said female wolfing down on the snacks sold by the various booths livening up the school cultural festival.
"This the fifth time I had to come back inside the broadcasting room to announce this, I told you to come to the student council office asap."
Finishing up with barking out his orders, the Sin-ui high school department student council president scoffs out a puff of air before practically throwing the microphone aside. In the first place, he wasn't supposed to announce -- much more curse -- anything through the speakers as he wasn't a member of the broadcasting club.
Boro and Hockney stares at the younger male with a bead of sweat dripping their foreheads, quite anxious that their club may receive a warning from the disciplinary office later on. The pair of third years spared each other a look before reverting back their gazes towards the impatiently grumbling son of Khun -- the angwy blueberry, tapping his foot with folded arms. The two silver heads sighed in response, knowing how uptight the boy can be at times when it comes to their duties.
"You know, you'll get in trouble for shouting a profanity through the speakers like that later on." Boro points out with a nervous chuckle, watching the defiant, prideful frown weighing down Khun's thin lips. "In the first place, you don't have the permission and authority to announce anything like that."
