High School, High Risks
To put it simply, I screwed up. I had three weeks to give in a History Essay. I spent three weeks going out with my friends and getting smashed. But, by some eternal grace my History teacher had given me an extra week to get it done. And so, a week later, with my course work in my bag I headed for the History rooms. I hate to admit it but I was actually quite nervous walking along the side of the school buildings up towards the history block. I walked up the metal steps that led to the History rooms and turned right towards my teacher’s room. I went to knock on the door but at the last moment I noticed the sign on the door that read, “Gone for Dinner.” I lowered my …