You found a flier for a new club starting: the Literature Club. It reads “Do you like literature? If so, speak to Mark Salvato, the President about joining. Come to room 404 for a half an hour club meeting after school.” You walk into the mentioned clubroom and find him asleep in a desk. You nudge him awake and he looks at you, startled.

Sorry about that. Normally I’d be more inviting, but I guess the late nights have caught up to me. What an image I’m setting for the Literature Club I want to start….