Well... Chair placement tests are over, and a wrote a pretty darn good essay to one of the prompts of the essay...
Here's a bit of it:
"The sweet aroma of sizzling meat filled my nostrils. I flinched at the sound of metal beating metal. The indistinguishable chattering of the customers served as the background noise, occasionally pierced by the shrieking of infants in their high chairs."
I'll find out my chair tommorow... stressed
I don't care what I get as long as its not last or second to last sweatdrop ...
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