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Personal Narrative: Tutor Time At School
Today I was very exhausted and excited. I woke up at 6:00am when the bright, morning sun streamed through my window. I jumped out of bed because I have to go to tutor time at school to finish some work and get some help from my teachers. But my math teacher was not there so i went to the library instead to finish my LA homework.
When tutor time was over i went to my second period because the classes were even that day. So i turned in my homework that i did in tutor time in the box. After the class turned the homework my teacher said “we are going to watch movie” and we watched the movie all period it was amazing and sad at the same time, but I was very tired that i had hard time focusing in the movie and taking notes at the same time and then
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