It was time for physics class, and as usual, I was dragging my feet, trying to think of any excuse not to attend. For what felt like the millionth time, I asked myself, Why does my teacher hate me? It was still the beginning of my freshman year of high school, but from the first day I hadn’t gotten along with this teacher.
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