School
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I like school, I think school it's fun and boring mostly at the same time.
I hate it when the teacher pickes on you when you don't raise your hand for a while
I get nervouse when you r answering the question, everyone looks at you
I say in my mind "please stop looking at me" there still looking at me
There still looking at me. I get nervouse if I say the wrong thing
But I no that I am confident about what to do like raise my hand I raise my hand if I no the
Question.
In school I don't really raise my hand often but that's ok.
My favorite subject in school in science I raise my hand I. Science sometimes but not all the times
Like my science teacher my teacher expects to raise your hand like 1or 2 or more times if you don't raise
Your hand she dosent pick on you that's how nice she is!!
That's all for right now guys hope you guys enjoyed my story!!!
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