He may be wondering where he’s sitting, which of his friends may be in the class, if the teacher is nice or not, if he left any supplies at home, the list goes on and on.
Where is the poem? Or can you tell the name of the poem or something ?
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This post is soo true. His words inspires me.
It felt like everything turned into slow motion after I tried to reach for that darn balloon. I remember I was having a good time listing to music drinking my Sprite that my mother gave me during our picnic outside today around 3:00 pm. Later on all of the sudden I start feeling nothing in my left arm. The ballon goes flying and I try to chase it and try
catching it when all of the sudden I feel my world is becoming slower in my eyes and my eyesight starts to get dark and that’s when I hit the floor straight to the puddle where I once felt the water drops on my feet.
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In fact i was taugh of making caramel pudding be him.
