A while back, three students came running into my class five or six minutes late. Technically, they’re not allowed in the classroom after the bell rings, but these three had never been late before, always did their homework, and generally never made me angry. Plus, we were reviewing for an exam, and five minutes didn’t seem worth costing them a full hour over. However, their classmaster was in the hall and had seen them come in late, so I had to take some action. I assigned a paragraph explaining why they were late, just to keep myself covered. Two of them tossed out a basic “sorry, overslept, won’t happen again” thing, but here was the third:
Dear Anne,
Today, I’m late. About five minutes later. For this behavior, I have nothing to say. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t sleep like a person who has no responsibility. William predict the time at 7 o’clock, but his clock lost an hour. He made a mistake, but the daylife teacher in the dormitory call us, we didn’t wake up. So I have most of the fault. I think the matter will not happen like this terrible day will not appear again.
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