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Last month, my friends and I planned a camping trip. We rarely got out of the house during the school year. Understandably, but I just feel like there were a lot of missed opportunities. But now that it is summer, there shouldn't be that many restrictions on our time. It was just gonna be me, Molly, and Tyrone. We head to this campsite that's about 30 minutes from where we live. Pretty little wooded campsite. Me and Tyrone start to set up shop. Pitching the tent was probably the easiest part of the night. Just keep reading the story.
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“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
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