When I got called into my teacher's office, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. See, it was finals week, and I didn't really have enough time to study for my biology exam. I crammed as much as I could but finally realized that if I wanted to pass this class, I would have to resort to other methods. When the buzzer signaled the end of the test, I bolted from class, sure that I had gotten away with it and would be passing biology after all. So, when I heard my name over the intercom and was told that I had to report to my teacher's office, I broke out in a sweat. I couldn't imagine any reason why I would be signaled out, my teacher never wanted to see me privately before.
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