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Personal Narrative: When You Are Trapped In The Labyrinth
Do you even have the situation that you felt like you are trapped in the labyrinth, where you cannot find the way out? I am very sure that I have loads of them, but this one is where I have the feeling of fear, happiness, and embarrassment at one time! It was almost two years ago, on the late afternoon of Loi Krathong day. I was doing my homework while I was waiting for my mom on the first floor of Satitpatumwan Building 1. This day seemed like another school day for me if I did not make that terrible mistake.

Since today was the day of forgiving and respecting the God of water, I had planned to have some merit after I came back home. As I felt the boredom of homework, I tried to think about the happiness of the day before. There was a
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I thought that a poop would not cause any problems to me, so I decided to wait until I finished my homework. Unfortunately, the trembling just became stronger and stronger. I then ran to the nearest restroom to find a toilet, but someone was using it. With patience, I waited for several minutes, but it took so long like it was like forever. At that time, I could not hold on my poop anymore since it had passed through my limit already. I gave up on this toilet and ran to another toilet at Building 4. It seemed like my luck ran out already. The restroom had closed. I was hopeless in that situation, but I said to myself "Do not give up yet!" I ran back to the first toilet, and the outcome was same. I still tried to hold on my poop and asked a teacher that walked pass by." Is there another toilet in this building?" "One on the fourth floor," he said. As I heard that, I walked up quickly while I was holding my poop patiently. At last, I arrived at the fourth floor. I walked up with happiness; suddenly I had the runs, just in front of the restroom. I still failed, but at that moment, all I need was to relax on the toilet. My sweat was coming out as a sign of freedom. Even it was just poop, I felt like I was fighting with an

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