“Now, if you all would be so kind, please turn your to page 253 in your textbook,” said Mr. Henson.  “Mr. Knax!”
	Paul was jolted awake from his doze in AP biology..
	“Sorry Mr. Hens-----“
	“Mr. Knax, do you think you’re exemplified from the rest of the entire class in the requirement to pay attention in class because of your lack of physical preparation?  I’m sorry, but failure to prepare on your part does not, in fact, constitute an emergency on my part. Now if you’d turn to page 253, I will attempt to continue my lesson.” 
	Feeling groggy, Paul complied and thought to himself, “Gah, I’m so tired.  What a bitch. Can’t even get a decent snooze in this worthless class.  Oh boy, I love Mondays.” 
	The bell for the end of 5th period rang, and Paul met up with his posse at their lunch table.  
	“Hey Paul,” greeted Jamie.   She said with a grin, “Well, well, well.  Got a hot-looking new hairdo eh?  Liking those new highlights.  I’ll bet they’ll be a real treat for Crissy too huh?”  She gave him a playful punch in the arm.
	“Yeah….sure...” replied Paul.
	Jake, another one of the group exclaimed, “Hey, here she comes now!  Ooooh, Crissy, I want to hug you and kiss you and…” 
	Paul hit him on the head.  “Shut up man.  I seriously don’t like her anymore.”
	“That’s exactly what you said when about, oh, a year ago when we found out two days later, you actually told your friends a big fat fib, “ replied  Jamie with a big grin, who stood up, feigning anger with her hands on her hips.  
	Suddenly, Paul felt a wet sensation in his left ear.  Naturally, he turned around to see the source and their stood another of his friends, Matt, giving him a wet-wily, with his girlfriend Sam behind him.  Everyone, except for Paul, laughed and the two other sat down.  
	“So what was this I heard?  Jake wants your girl does he?  You better kick his ass mate.  I’ll even help,” Matt winked at Paul.  
	“Oh, I’m shaking in my down-unders Matt.  What are you two going to do?  Let your big, scary kangaroo on me?  How will I ever survive…?  Wail~.”  
	Suddenly, Jamie leaned over and whispered to Sam.
	“Hey, let’s ask Crissy out for our friend Paul.  He’s looking quite lonely today.”
	“Oh yeah, that’s a bright new idea that we haven’t done seven times.”
	“I know, but I’m bored and it’s always good for a laugh.”
	“Oh alright.  Lead the way.  Onward to Paul’s embarrassment!”
	Jamie and Sam walked over to the popular kids’ table and spotting Crissy, walked towards her.  Paul, seeing this made an effort to leave the table, but Matt and Jake held him down, both with the biggest grins on their faces.  
	When the two returned with the news, Paul exclaimed, “Well duh?  What’d you expect?  The 15 millionth time would get a different answer?  You guys get too much fun out of my embarrassment.  It despises me.” 
	However embarrassing the incident, Paul couldn’t help but smile, looking at his friends writhing in pain from uncontrollable laughter.  
	Leaving lunch, Paul left for his most interesting class, Writing III.   Eager to receive his most recently graded paper back, promised by his teacher, Paul rushed to class.  Upon arrival, Mr. Evans greeted him and the other students at the door, handing out the proper papers to their respective owners.  Paul scowled at the red, circled B- on his paper.  Flipping through, one could see anything but black text on the paper.  The entire work was covered in its entirety by red circles, dots, strike-outs, underlines, and all sorts of grammatical corrections.  Appalled at what happened, Paul made a mental note to go over the grade after class.
	When Paul approached the instructor, Mr. Evans held up his hand, and explained, “Paul, you seem to have this knack for creating worlds and emotionally-exhausting roller-coaster of literature, but you don’t seem to take any focus on the thoughts-to-paper!  I felt bad to give such a low grade for such an inspiring piece of work, but the errors in technicalities and wording was embarrassing.”
	Paul attempted at debating the statement but Mr. Evans stopped him.
	“Sorry I can’t discuss this with your further right now Paul, but I’m already late for a staff meeting.  Maybe later?  Have a nice day guy.”