Personal Narrative: My Experience At Governor's School

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“I’m late!” That feeling of dread and terror is something that everyone has or will experience in their lives. This happened to me while I was at Governor’s School for the Arts. I woke up to a pounding on my door, sunlight streaming in from the window. I threw the covers from me and looked towards the clock. I was late. I opened the door and my councilor gave me instructions on how I was supposed to precede with my day. I went to my elective class then down to the dean’s office. He wasn’t there at first and so I spoke to another councilor and it wasn’t bad at all. After that I headed to choir rehearsal where I was told I would actually need to speak to the dean himself. Well, I was absolutely terrified. Some friends of mine had been late and

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