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Ongoing, First published Mar 06, 2015
Every day I have to stare at a wooden box in the class room 201at Woodland Elementary School and try to find all the meanings of wood. My teacher Mrs.Tammy just stays and lays down over at the carpet and when you feel like you are finally done with the worksheet Mrs.Tammy will take you outside of the classroom and we will never see you any time at school ever again. But other then that Mrs.Tammy is just like all the other teachers with all those rules and a College Degree. But Mrs.Tammy isn't my friend and will never be she is the worst teacher ever. I don't think she likes me but sometimes I do. I will write in you the journal tomorrow.All Rights Reserved
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