It was presentation day in your English class. Mr. Keating assigned an essay with the question, "What is your favorite line from your favorite movie? And why?" You are the quiet kid. You never raised your hand, even when you knew the answers. This day seemed like torture for you. It's a good thing you were last, it gave you more time to prepare. You listened to everyone's essay, some were good, and some sounded like they didn't even try. Then, eventually, it was your turn. You step up to the front of the class, your paper in hand. You take a few deep breaths and prepare yourself to start reading. "Come on, hurry up," a classmate said, right before you started. "They haven't even started yet. Let them speak." Mr. Keating told the classmate. The classmate went silent, and Mr. Keating nodded at you, signaling you to keep going.