Monday, August 26, 2013
Late
A few days ago, I was sitting in biology working on the paper towels lab. The bell rang suddenly, and I grabbed my bag and walked to social studies. I decided to get some water since I had plenty of time, then I strolled into Mrs. Harper's room getting ready to learn about some Sumerians. But then, as I looked around the room, I noticed something that terrified me: none of the faces were my classmates. I then realized that I actually had Spanish this block, which just happened to be on the other side of campus. I rushed down the stairs, and past the library. I knew I wasn't going to make it, but I tried anyway. I reached Penniman, and finally Sr. Ramos' room. I dropped my bag outside, and right as I was pulling out my books, I heard the bell. I had failed. Yeah my life is pretty boring and this is pretty much the most exciting thing to happen on an average week.
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You tell it with some nice details, though. How could you bring in even more vivid language?
ReplyDeleteParker, I know what you mean, it is the strangest feeling walking into the wrong class. Is this really the most exciting thing that happened to you?
ReplyDeleteThe last statement made me laugh a lot. I love the detail that you put. I am surprised that you were able to come that close to making class. I hope you didn't get a tardy. I loved this post!
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