Today my mom drove me to school, because she had to have a conference with Mr. Bell, my counselor. I listened in as my mom and Mr. Bell talked. The counselor said that there will be no chance of sending me out of the room every time we started talking about diseases. The class would be talking about them all through the ten weeks. So, my mom thought it better that I get out of Science for the first ten weeks, and have service workers. Then after the 10-week progress report go back to Science again.
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All punctuation and spelling has been retained precisely as I wrote it 32 years ago at age 13.
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