So you remember me saying I had spent like the last month procrastinating a 10 page paper, then finally starting it at 10 the night before it was due and finishing it at 4 in the morning? Well I got it back. The paper was for my one of my last classes of the day, but I see the professor all day long in the English building. Every time I saw him walking toward me I knew he was going to lecture me about the horrible mess I made of the paper. So after suffering all day long he returned it on the way out of class and didn't say a word. "Oh man," I thought, "it's even too bad for words." I walked into my next class and opened the paper. He had written all over it! But I couldn't read his handwriting, but what does that matter? All those scribbles could only mean one thing. Finally I flip to the last page... I got a B! How in the world that happened I'll never know.
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