In my school, there is a room called the Sixth Form Silent Study Area, the purpose of which I won't insult you by explaining. Of course, it's never actually silent, because the common rooms are far too small to fit everyone in so pockets of people use it as an extension, but it's nonetheless the best place to go if you want to get a bit of work done. And it's where I went this morning, wanting to get a bit of work done.
Now, the doors on this room are a bit dogdy. One of them skitters awkwardly along the floor when moved, and neither closes properly with anything apporaching ease. So I wasn't surprised when attempting to close the door I came through left it just slightly ajar. I was surprised, however, to find that every time I tried to shut it properly, it popped back and needed another good, hard shove to get it back into place. After about four attempts, I gave up and went off to one of the desks.
As I did so, a fairly annoyed-looking girl entered the room. She didn't look, in all honesty, like she was quite in a relaxed enough state of mind to work effectively. But I suppose that was fair enough. After all, some arsehole had been holding the door shut on her while she was trying to get in.
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Aaah thats highlarious. Who was it and did you explain to her that you thought the door was just being arkward or did you just swiftly sit down?
Of course he didn't... that wouldn't have been funny.
I said "Sorry" in a sheepish manner and ran away to a desk like a great big coward.
As any man would.
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