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The Last Impression: The Green Bin & Me
Hi my name is Emily (Em for short) and welcome to my blog. I will be blogging about random bits of my life. My grammar won't be so good because I didn't learn English so well in school, when I was little. I was pretty much stupid in school. I'm still trying to improve my grammar. I will be using fake names for the people I mention in my post.
I worry about a lot of stuff and keep saying that I wish I never done. I'm going to talk about one from yesterday. It last day of school and I had cake and mac & cheese on a plate that I put in my locker. It was from the grade 8's farewell party and the people who helped them do there graduation party got free food. When I was about to take it to the hall to do the graduation farewell cheer with my class, my teacher, Mr. F-T ( I can't say his actually last name) said to get a ziplock bag from the class. I went inside the class to get a ziplock bag, when I realize that the mac & cheese had cake all over it.
And there comes the part I regret doing. I could have just leave it alone and put it in the ziplock bag, but no, I went over to the green bin and started to throw the food inside it. Mr. F-T was on the class phone and it was just beside the green bin. He asked what I was doing and I was ridiculous to put food in the green bin without the bag. That's when I realize that it didn't have a bag. He told me to clean up the whole green bin and I did. I missed the graduation farewell cheer and I was inside the whole time cleaning the green bin, I felt embarrassed and everyone say me doing it and one guy, Newer started laughing at me.
I smelled like cake and cheese. After that it started to rain. I made the worse last impression. I apologize to Mr. F-T two times and he said it was alright at least I cleaned up the mess. Me and Aheads were a walking together home under a umbrella with my grandma and brother, Magus (not his real name). We were talking about how we were sad that school ended and we were going to miss our classmates. We were so close to the older graders in our class (we're a split class) and when Mr. F-T said that when the bell rings, he's not our teacher anymore. I told her about what happened at class and I made the worst last impression. She said to let it go and don't worry about. She said not to worry about what people say about what happened. I thank her.
Mr. F-T will tell my class to make a good first impression and last. Well I'm going to keep that in mind next time. Thanks for reading, hope you'll stick around.
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