I think for the longest possible time. The second time I fell asleep in class.
For some reason, someone woke me up only to find everyone changing clothes like those people who dance salsa and tango. Those kind of dresses that need to show off skin and are short for women and the usual for men.
When I woke up, the familiar surroundings of radio room hit my senses. But why are we in the radio room? And more importantly why are we gathering here if it was for PE?
I realized, I also needed to get going.
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But where would I get the clothes?
And as if by magic, I was already wearing them... except I was wearing my PE uniform as another layer of clothing.
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And just as suddenly, Rence barged into the room just as I was sitting on the table. I think he said somewhere along the lines,"...Ma'am Nel won't be coming."
And I was like huh, I mean she is our Social Studies teacher.
But the weird part is our supposed to be Physical Education teacher was strolling off to her advisory class saying that she wasn't handling our class.
So, does that mean Ma'am Nel was our PE teacher now?
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