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When I was in seventh grade my math teacher took us down to the baseball field to help him paint the lines the players would use in the field. I was a little late getting to the baseball field and ran down a hill and to the other end of the field, where the rest of the class was. The teacher was stretching a bungee cord across the field to show us where to spray the paint with one end of the cord held into place with a stake. As I ran towards the class, I did not see this bungee cord and tripped over it. The stake popped out of the ground and shot at the teacher. The teacher fell onto the ground because he was pulling it so hard and the stake landed behind him. He jumped up and hollered at me and made me stand on the other side of the field until everyone was ready to come back to class.
A few days later he took us to a building where they stored things and gave us all a bag full sports equipment. Then he took us outside the building and told us to bring the bags to a building on the other side of the football field without disrupting the girls playing soccer. We all began carrying our bags to the building but for some reason I thought my bag was too heavy and kept lagging behind the rest of the class as I struggled to carry my bag. The teacher got to the end of the field and saw that I was only halfway across and hollered for me to come on. I tried going a little faster but my bag ripped and all the stuff inside of it fell out. I sat down to pick the stuff up and put it back in the bag. One of the girls from the soccer team came over to help me put the stuff in the bag. The teacher and the class stopped and waited for me at the end of the field. When the teacher saw the girl helping me, he sarcastically thanked me for what happened. We got everything put back in the bag and I slowly made my way to the rest of the class. The teacher hollered at me for making the mess and made me switch bags with another student. His bag was not as heavy and I was able to get it to the other building without any trouble. I sure was glad we only had a week of school left after that.
 
When I was about 8 or 9, my Mum gave me a tied up plastic bag to hold, while I was waiting to get in the car and she was busy doing something. Our rubbish is always in a tied up plastic bag, so I thought I'd be helpful and put the "rubbish" she just gave me in the bin. Turns out that the "rubbish" was Mum's lunch! :D :eek::confused:
 
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