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Unformatted text preview: at my private school the Hellenic American School. The Greek School as all the students used to call it held many programs where every single student and class would participate in singing or dancing something in English or Greek. The ceiling of the Cultural Center was filled with some huge pipes that were really ventilation pipes but always seemed big enough to me for people to be able to crawl in them. The daydreams would consist of the bad people being in the pipes, cutting the supports, and trying to squish the people below. I would always use my powers to save the people in danger. I know realize that I daydreamed the most in the Cultural Center to pass the time waiting for my turn to perform and to hold off any sense of nervousness that I had towards being in front of hundreds of people....
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This essay was uploaded on 04/18/2008 for the course ENGLISH 101 taught by Professor White during the Spring '08 term at New Hampshire.
- Spring '08