• The day started out as normal, at the bottom of the pencil pouch again. Until 3rd period, English class I got out of the stuffy pencil pouch and out in to the fresh air of room A204. It was my turn to shine, wait in line highlighter. I finally got a chance to show my stuff, an essay. The first misspelling and I was down on the paper in no time. Until the bell rang, then back to the bottom of the pencil pouch until the next misspelling or wrong calculation.