At first the whole class went into the drama studio and sat down.

At first, the whole class entered the drama studio and sat down. There was a projector and a camera in the room to take the exam. All bold and underlined are exploratory strategies used in the exam. At first, the whole class entered the drama studio and sat down. There was a projector and a camera in the room to take the exam. I was told to relax and told him to stand up and behave like a character irritating everyone around me. We all did this at the same time and we went about the drama studio.

On ordinary day, I went to Seelye Hall, a very old building on the second floor. I am sitting in the first row by the window. About 20 students are in this special class. There is a person sitting in the front row near me, a person sitting in the row behind me. A few minutes after everyone calmed down, the professor came and started talking to us as usual. This cat does not have an identity card - no collar (or foam in the mouth). But it looks like my house cat - same stripes. This is a popular appearance of the cat so this detail did not surprise me like I did next. This strange cat jumps to my side and jumps over my knees. I have no cat in my pocket.

I first took a class, I sat, took a bag and started reading without deliberately seeing my bag. All the boys followed me. About 10 minutes after the class, the deputy principal came to do a "random" search in front of the class - every boy was clean and neat. After the deputy principal left (smoke, trivial troll), I announced to put my extra pen and pencil in my bag in my class. It is one. The boy who extended my hand said that he came needing a pen. Then he said that some other boys also need a pen, so if I get him a bag for me for a while, would I care? of course not. We kept it for about 2 weeks until the Vice President disgusted his search for disgust.

When I was sitting and using a pen (by the way with an actual pen), when writing in a short story of a university a few years ago, I did not fully know what I was doing. I got a hint of writing, and along with that I wrote a short story. At first, the hint seems impossible. I do not know how to do it. But anyway, I used a pen to sit on my desk, and suddenly he was - my main character! At that time, I did not know that the short story of this 5 page slowly evolves into a complete novel more than 50,000 words. My hero and I grew together throughout the process. After a long process, we addressed the period of separation, and we completed countless struggles on the page. Now that I've finished enriching the story, I put a black pen under support of red, but he and I do not seem to be as intimate as before. The editor is very tedious and a bit dry.