I try my best to control my anger, but sometimes things just get too bad. One particular time something terrible happened when I was switching classes. The class I was going to was in a portable. To get there, you had to go outside and across some gravel and then into the portable trailer. I felt very afraid that I was going to be late getting to my class because I had stopped off to go to the bathroom.

I could see the open door to my class and knew that if the bell rang before I went through it I would be TARDY. I began to run. I do not like to be late. I hate it worse than anything. First of all, being late is called a tardy at school and it is bad. You get a tardy because you were supposed to be there at a certain time and didn’t make it. I don’t want to get tardies. I do not like to break rules. Second of all, if the bell rings without me that means the class started without me. It also means I am the last one there.

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