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We were given each day’s schedule the day before and after a few weeks of seeing reoccurring schedules, we were convinced that this ultimately would be our permanent schedule. However one week, as they announced the following day’s schedule, the first and third period followed their previous pattern but the middle period, which had been history in the previous weeks, was left blank. Realizing we didn’t have to cram that night, celebrations broke out in class. The absolute joy we all felt was evident in everyone’s words and/or actions. “This is a historical day!” one exclaimed, to which another, fully intending the pun responded, “No, in fact it is very unhistorical!” It was a lame joke but it didn’t matter as long as one said something to celebrate the fact that we wouldn’t be having history the next day.

Of course the following day for second period Mr. Maleknejad did show up. As soon as he pulled out his grade book we all protested, correctly pointing out that we were not told we would be having history today. Visibly irritated he asked us, “Didn’t you have it on this day and period for the last few weeks?” We did, however, the office had told us we wouldn’t have it today, we explained. He reluctantly accepted our explanation and put away his grade book.


 

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