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Thursday, May 8, 2008
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As she approached Mrs. Upton's English class, she could feel her heart begin to race. It wasn't the teacher that caused her to feel anxious but the others that shared these 42 minutes with her. Forty-two dreadful minutes where she will sit in the third seat, second row, more or less in the middle of the class, exposed. Mrs. Upton will calll upon her to answer questions about the homework or the reading and she will have to endure the snickers of the others. She will sit there and try to disappear into her seat, but no avail. There will be a quiz on last night's reading and the boys seated on each side of her will glance at her paper for the answers because she will have done the homework. The girls in front of her and behind will whisper and glance over their shoulder at her and give her dirty looks. She will sit with her head down, afraid to look up. |
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