Unfortunately for you, you have Maths first lesson and English second lesson. What a boring morning.
You drearily reply when your name is called in the register. "Anthony!"
"mumble."
"What was that?"
"Yes sir."
"Thank you."
You are thankful that you read your revision book on the way to class, as you pretty much breeze through Maths. Your 50 year old Maths teacher made up a sad but catchy little rap to remember the volume of a cone. "V-equals-H-times-Pi-times-R-squared-then-divided-by-three" you sing on your way to English.
Just as in Maths, you breeze your way through English trying not to fall asleep. What was all the fuss about Shakespeare anyway? It's like he writes in a whole different language.
You mull this thought over on your way out of English, humming the Cone rap the whole way.
Just as you were eating a candy bar at recess, you remembered Miss Blake wanted to see you! You quickly scoff the whole thing down and start running towards the science block.
You burst into Miss Blake's room, red faced and panting. She jumps and looks at you, as if surprised to see you.
"Are you OK, Anthony?" she asks.
"Yeah, I... *huff huff* just ran here from the English block *puff*" you reply, exhausted.
Miss Blake out down the paperwork she was filling out and walked over to you.
"Well," she began...
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