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Hello, this is a true story that I have experienced first hand and it honestly pisses me off. This story will be retold in a "first person" perspective from little me at the time. Pls consider liking my story :)
I knew I was going to be late. After the bell had rung, I was recieving back my practice PAT to help me study for finals and I needed to hole punch them. It would have been much more efficient to hole punch the booklets so I could store them neatly in my binder for later, so that is what I did.
Gathering up my papers, I took everything from my desk and made my way to the hole punch, keeping track of the time. Class had ended around two minutes ago at 11:29 — stupid times I know— but I didn't think much of it. The next class was already starting to come into the social room and I was struggling with putting the holes in. By the time I had left it had been a little past, and I knew I was going to be late.
However, when I got to the hallway in which the ELA classroom was, some of my classmates were still walking into the classroom. "Thankfully...
I knew I was going to be late. After the bell had rung, I was recieving back my practice PAT to help me study for finals and I needed to hole punch them. It would have been much more efficient to hole punch the booklets so I could store them neatly in my binder for later, so that is what I did.
Gathering up my papers, I took everything from my desk and made my way to the hole punch, keeping track of the time. Class had ended around two minutes ago at 11:29 — stupid times I know— but I didn't think much of it. The next class was already starting to come into the social room and I was struggling with putting the holes in. By the time I had left it had been a little past, and I knew I was going to be late.
However, when I got to the hallway in which the ELA classroom was, some of my classmates were still walking into the classroom. "Thankfully...
