I'm in school, and it's the morning interval. We go outside, and are offered three activites in which to partake. I choose the powerboating, and join its queue. After a brief wait, I descend the slide, into the speadboat. I am allowed two laps of the inflatable course, and then my fun is spent. I go off to an august-looking library, where I see books of Standard Grade past papers from such years as 1992. I pick up one about Chemistry, and discover that it is so difficult that I cannot make any sense of it.
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