This class is boring. The people here are boring. School, in general, is boring. Unless you have someone to metaphorically hold your hand and help you with homework. Right now you spaced off and when you came back to Earth, you see everyone working. Confused, you look over to Jason and tap him. When you ask what's even going on he holds back a snide comment.

"You know what? You're lucky its Thursday because I'm feeling generous."

He grabs the paper on your desk, ready to walk you through it.