When I was 17 years old my mom paid the tuition for me to go to English class. During that time my parents divorced, and every two weeks I had to visit my father. From my father's house, I had to go in another direction to go my English class. When I took the bus, I asked somebody how to get to Centennial high school and the guy told me the wrong way. Because that person told me the wrong way, I decided to ask a police officer to drive me to another school that also offered ESL class. When I came to the classroom, I told everyone including the teacher that a police officer had driven me to the English class. Let me tell you everyone was laughing, and a one point the teacher asked me if I was going to call 911 to get to my father's house, and I had to laugh when she asked me that question.What do you think?
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