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Unformatted text preview: of his nostalgic lectures. He always seemed to get off topic and talk about how he was growing up with only a small pinhole camera and how great he was in school. I got to class late despite the expedient MBTA. The luminous flagrant sun shined through the windows nearly blinding me. I perused the syllabus and noticed that I had to do a photo series on how the Apocalypse is near. This was crap! I knew if I offered some sort of bribe I could cajole him to postpone the due date. I was no derelict. I always did my work. But he quickly said No! and I sat down, definitely not brazenly. I was ashamed that I thought I could bribe a teacher. I just wanted to jump off a precipice and smash into the rocky mountain side. I quickly made a run for the door. But he was in juxtaposition to the door. So I threw a smoke bomb and disappeared....
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This essay was uploaded on 04/19/2008 for the course ENG 101 taught by Professor Blah during the Spring '08 term at Art Institute.
- Spring '08