I sat in the back of this English classroom all year. It was a terrible class, and every now and then I would throw my head back in disguist at what the teacher and peers would say. I'd stretch my arms over the empty desk behind me and lay there singing Cary Brothers songs to irratate the teacher. When I opened my eyes I saw this scene for 180 days. And it was on the very last day of junior year that I finally snapped my shot, threw my messy binder in the trash, and ran to meet my vacation.