Walking down the halls, you are only seconds away from entering a
Laguna Classroom. Once you enter, you see clutters of students shuffling
around, taking as long as possible to get into their assigned seat.
You look around and see clutters of papers, past assignments on the teachers
desk that they have chosen to forget about, they obviously don't notice
how cluttered their classroom is. You then make your way to your
seat, and sink into the cold medal. After about 5 minutes of sitting
in that seat, your back begins to ache and you feel your behind starting
to fall asleep. You are so uncomfortable, but you tell yourself that
you'll be okay, that it really doesn't hurt too bad, but it does.
In fact, you are so unbearably uncomfortable that you find your arm shoot
up into the air, in a second you lift your aching body out of the torture
chairs and make your way to the bathroom happily. Once in the
bathroom you do not want to leave, you can't stand the fact of going back
into that dreaded classroom. However, you find you have no choice,
and soon you are back in that horrible classroom. You take as long
as possible to sit back down into that horribly uncomfortable torture chair.
Then, once again, you find yourself staring at all the clutter and papers
piled messily on top of the teachers desk. You look up around you
and see computers, maybe a television and of course the whiteboard that
has the days assignments crammed onto it along with educational quotes,
facts, or past projects pinned up.
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Finally the bell rings and you thank god a million times, for now you
are allowed to leave this horrible, uncomfortable, cluttered classroom.