One of the main reasons, I wanted to travel time, was to find out the truth. That is sir's fault for making the lesson, so darn intresting.
I have to admit, I did not think much of history before. I didn't hate it like maths or geography, where I would make paper craft; (by paper craft, I mean snowflaked and mini paper planes. From afar, it looks like it hand snowed. That is how much I don't care.) I didn't love it, like art or science, where I pay so much attention, and even take down notes that I think will be helpful. Yes. I know I am a geek. No need to mention. I am told that all the time. Getting to the point, in history, I find the atmosphere, so calm, I could sleep. Before, I wondered why do we even need school anyway? You do not need geography because you could buy a globe. You don't need history, because they are dead anyway. You do not need a language because you know one already. Need I go on? So way, this lesson, I found fascinating. It made me query what is truth?
Sir was telling us about the case of Sarah Dazley. It took place in the 1800's. No one knew what actually happened. Did she poison her husband? There was so much evidence that pointed to her, but then again, none of the story added up. It made me wonder, what really happened, because the mystery was buried with her death.
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