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Personal Narrative: The Dungen
It was a cold, bitter October morning. The day had started off like most other, five a.m coffee and a lifeless bowl of buttermilk oatmeal. It would be soon that I slug into my 2005 Honda Civic and drive off to my final dreaded destanation, Maddy Austin Jake Bricker Middle School. As I dragged out of my car I was greeted by several students in which I gave a polite wave and hurried into my classroom which was buried deep into the middle school’s basement , nearly spilling my cheap 25 cent coffee. Just from the outcomes of my morning I could tell this was going to be a long regretful day.

The atmosphere was unusally thick this morning but being that my computer classroom was located in what was nicknamed “The Dungen’’ I thought nothing
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