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Classified - Day 1 ClassifiedDay OneMy school has this policy to make two kids clean up the classroom every lunchtime. Classroom monitors, they call them. It’s on a rota system and it’s designed to teach kids responsibility and stuff. Personally, I think it’s just an excuse for teachers to drink lots of cups of tea.Being ten years old, I wasn’t up to much critical analysis of the British education system, but I knew that allowing two aliens to become classroom monitors was not very responsible.Of course, teachers never believe you."They're not, they're just new students.""But I looked in the dictionary and it said--""Matthe
Classified - Day 2 - Morning ClassifiedDay TwoMorningThe next day came and before school had begun, I was sitting in the playground waiting for the bell. Most of the kids were milling around, but I was sat still on a wall to a flower bed. Across the front playground, I could see Sam and Chris, also sat down, but on a bench.A bench. Nobody sat on benches. There were plenty dotted around school, but we’d always find walls, grass, windowsills and victims to sit on. A pre-decided place of sitting was just too easy for us. I kicked my heels against the wall, waiting for Brian and Louis to arrive.The aliens continued sitting on the bench, much to my chagrin.A
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