In history in year 9, I knew I had to hand my book in that lesson- but I didn't have it, and you probably haven't had my year 9 history teacher. Anyway, as she asked me for it, a lie appeared in my head. I'd spilt a drink on it and it was drying in my locker.
It backfired on me when she asked me to get it from my locker. I pretended I couldn't find it, then had to empty my locker, bring everything upstairs into the classroom, and search for it in front of her.
She put me on history report. Although, in retrospect, I think it was a good thing because it finally taught me to do my fucking homework.
She put me on history report, but in retrospect
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It backfired on me when she asked me to get it from my locker. I pretended I couldn't find it, then had to empty my locker, bring everything upstairs into the classroom, and search for it in front of her.
She put me on history report. Although, in retrospect, I think it was a good thing because it finally taught me to do my fucking homework.
She put me on history report, but in retrospect