Homer sat at a table in the school's library, a book about rocket science open on the table. He scribbled down notes in a composition notebook.

His big blue eyes flicking between the book and his notes. His wrist ached from all the writing. The lamp on the table illuminating his table.

He sketched a diagram of a rocket, putting a key and numbers with labels that matched to each part; the body, the nozzle, the wings, the engine.

The tip of his tongue shown between his lips as he sketched.