When Five Minutes Felt Like Five Years
I remember being in third grade and getting my first 100 on my spelling test. Like any other perfectly ordinary child, I started to dance with excited exuberation. The only problem was that class wasn't over yet. Actually, it was the middle of the day, and I soon became a specticle and a massive classroom distraction. As my punishment for introducing a joyous crazy little dance to the middle of my isle, my teacher put me in the corner for five minutes.










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