“Finally the last class of the day!”- I thought to myself. I got into the classroom with my head full of colours and wishes. During the small break, I didn’t have the time to finish that curious conversation I started with her. What a shame! I wish I could leave the classroom right now but it’s too late. The old teacher had already looked at me with a nervous and impatient expression in her face. I’m not really in a mood to read English texts, to work vocabulary and to solve grammar exercises. It’s always the same crap, the same teachers, the same old habits. I really don’t understand grown up people and above all, I don’t understand what I am doing here.
Any ideas to continue this story?
After our Monday class, you really have to make it up!
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