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Personal Essay
Then the studentswent to school and they all wrote a personal
essay on the topic what I did on my summer vacation spitballs
left their heads in a wind like from Pifuri and Rahanuri the
spitballs rose slowly and hit the yellow lampshades hanging
in the classroom a wave is when they form letters with their
tongues between their teeth a storm is when the teacher
passes among them and says backs straight the teacher
stands and hits her bun on the lampshade heat wave is when
the students think looking up to make their feet tappity-tap
the teacher takes the heel off her shoe the compositions
were always too short they’re supposed to be four pages any
shorter means you had an unhappy vacation backs straight
says the teacher look you made a blot the notebook is the
mirror of the student sunrise is when the page with the battle
of Posada is blown by the breeze the student in charge shuts
the door you have five more minutes says the teacher and
puts the tip of her shoe on her desk her feet smell like the
oil from the wood floor pass in your notebooks boredom is
when the bell rings and the key around your neck taps your
colored shirt button