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School Desk Memory
I'm about 10 years old and I'm in a desk. There is very poor lighting in the room and I look out the window and see that it is overcast and it looks like it is autumn.
There are about 30 students in the room, and there is a hardwood floor. I notice the desk is made of wood and is sort of made up of a dozen slats of wood. There is an ink well at the top right hand corner. I dunk my pen into the ink well and write something down on the paper and I start to laugh.
The teacher shouts my name. I stand up straight and I respond "Yes sir!?" I don't remember anything else, but I feel that I got a beating from the teacher.
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