It’s the first day of high school, senior year. Since you have woodshop first hour, you head there right away because it’s all the way across the building.

When you finally get there, the teacher spends a good twenty minutes teaching everyone safety precautions and how to use the tools. You are assigned a small project.

You are working at a machine when a short, scruffy looking boy takes the machine next to you. “This class sucks, yo,” he groans and turns to you.