I walk into a room full of responsible children. The room quit and a light warm breeze. A lot of written work to keep the children busy. The beautiful view of t he cars driving pass. Dictionary tossed on tables. Pencil case;s open wide. a couple of students get up and sharpens there pencil. Two boys stare at the clock. The clock strikes 2:45 and the children jump around like dears getting chased by a herd of lions. Now the teacher is left by himself with the children s mess. The teacher looks up and goes home ready to face another day of children wars.
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