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Reading through piles of books, was a child on the verge of performing exaptionaly well on her final exam. It had been months since she discriminated herself from her friends and her childhood enjoyments. Ever since school started she was docile and paid numerous attention to the lessons that were instructed. And it all came down to this, the annual final exam. She walked inside the classroom, with an overwhelming combination of nervousness and excitement. Then I walked in, with all the carelessness that a child who spent all her time satisfying her desire to play could posses. My plan solely consisted of sitting besides and copy off of that girl, Tigist's, paper. When the exam began, she commenced to comprihand, elaborate and come up with conclusions to be put down as final responses. I, on the other hand, copied, without the slightest clue of what the words and varibles symbolized. By the end of the exam I had received two warnings and one slight spank on the head. Despite all these and my fear of having my paper confiscated, the exam ended with me coping everything, exept my name,...

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