…And that day came.
I silently walked to the dean’s office like I was a death row inmate moving towards the lethal injection station.
Let’s get this freaking over with already.
I just did my business and started my day with some math classwork that was sent here and I did it without a peep.
With such exact timing, one of the hall monitors just happened to stop by the second I finished that assignment.
“Hosea, we’d like to speak with you.”
Let me guess. You’re going to put me here for an extra day or two?
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