It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I have strong mood swings, no matter what time it is.

It was 2:05pm and the bald head was quite contented. As the seconds ticked by his mood went from sadness to surprise to anger. Maybe because the clock was high up on the wall and told the wrong time and also he had no arms to adjust it.

At first I was pleased that I was so early! Soon I was distraught that time was moving so slowly. Later, I was bemused because I last checked the clock exactly 12 hours ago! In the end, I was furious that my clock was broken; pity I had no second hand.

Jimmy was so looking forward to getting out of school, but it seemed like 3 o'clock would never come! And it never did, because unbeknownst to Jimmy, the clock was broken.