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My First and Final Day At High School

There I was in the first period of afternoon very nervous on my first day at high school I was called to headmasters office no less he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool I knew about this guy was a former boxer 6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook So started it I did after the school day ends always be thankful for that guy for his care though therapy only helped very little it was a start of my journey I was to dare Now some three years later my final day which was in fact not to be really at all my only day of truant was that last time for all leavers were to receive their final call That call for the lads was a shaving kit to stand among all the school was too much so much easier never to return to school always better to go on in life to find my touch School days formes our characters through many experiences comes our way how we react to these marks us through in our life indeed there will be our stay

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