Pondering.

The hot sun beat down upon me, creating a kaleidoscope of colours across my vision. As I raised my hands to wipe the sweat from my brow, a stiff breeze lightly rustled my skirt, and a single braid of hair came down from my side fringe to obstruct my vision.

I brushed it away from my eyes and secured it back in its place, but it fell back across my nose almost immediately. I sighed in frustration and decided to take down the entire style. After pushing back my glasses, I gathered my braids into a ponytail and took the heavy iron gong striker in my right hand.

I shook my head in frustration and wondered why they didn't just continue with the electrical bells before I remembered that students kept disconnecting it so that they could skip classes and claim ignorance when questioned about their class times.

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