Student: My desk sat in the back corner, it was tarnished and broken with chipped wood and old drawings from previous students, scribbled deep into the wood with pencils or needles. I felt bad for it. The desk held me up on days I didn't want to be there. It supported my hard work. I wanted to thank it, I wanted to thank the tree that became the steed for so many students.
I had an Idea, I want to start a refurbished desk drive. After school I would bring the idea up to my teacher, I would give the desks a fresh coat of paint and a big thanks for carrying students all day long, for years.
After receiving approval I would drive to home depot and pick up all the materials I would need. I came to school sunday and got to work repainting and refinishing. I fixed wobbly legs and loose drawers. And finally I wrote notes for each desk and glued them to the underneath of the tables each saying thank you for everything you do.
Desk: I was brought out of the class room I can't remember the last time I left that filth nest. Then a student began to take me apart; I guess it was my time to leave the world.
But once I was apart I was not placed in a trash bin, I was sanded painted and given a nice shiny finish, the student even fixed my broken leg. They them put me back together and place a piece of paper on the underside of my table that said thank you. If a desk could cry I would have. I think of that student every day when they sit on my chair I want to support them and all of their kindness.
Answer:
B,by questioning you get to study someones mind by his answers.
Macbeth knows that Birnam Wood is approaching and his end is near
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