We are working on essays in class. Toward the end of the period, I notice Wanda Pierson out of her seat, talking to her friend on the other side of the classroom.
Me: "Go work on your essay, Wanda."
Wanda: "But you said we had eight more minutes!"
Me, oblivious, then exasperated: "Oh, K, I--wait, what!? By all means, talk over there for eight minutes!"
Point! I wish I could go back in time and swat myself on the back of the head whenever I stopped working fifteen minutes before the bell.
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