You would walk into the schoolhouse early in the morning. You seemed to be the first one there. Walking into your classroom, you would see your teacher Baldi. Or Mr. Baldimore, as some of his students would call him. He seemed to be sleeping on his desk with a coffee in hand, you guessed that he didn't get enough sleep from last night. You wondered if you should wake him up or not. You didn't want to get him angry.