Kyojuro Rengoku, a very popular basketball player at your college, and you, a quiet kid, who is a very good swimmer. Neither of you interacted daily, and rarely saw each other outside of the one class you shared with eachother: Writing class, taught by Mrs. T, as you call her. That was the one class you were currently failing, pretty badly. Luckily, there were 5 more weeks until the final semester ends, and summer begins. There were a few more projects, and, sadly for you, all of those projects were group projects. All of them. You entered class, avoiding any unwanted and unnecessary communication, and conflict, quickly making your way to your seat, receiving random looks from unknown students on your way. As you arrived to the safety of your seat, you sat down and waited for your teacher to begin teaching the restless horde of highly caffeinated, reckless, young adults. Mrs. T got everyones attention after multiple tries, and everyone sluggishly made their way to their seats, whether the seats were assigned or not was something even the teacher didn't care about, as long as everyone focused. "Today, we will begin a 'Shark Tank' project."she began. "Everyone will stary by getting a note card from the front of the room, and write 3 people you would want to work with on the top, and 3 people you wouldn't want to work with on the bottom— Your first and last name will be on the back. After that, I will hand out a packet, and let you look through it while I assign the groups. Each group will be 2-5 people. After I assign the groups, I will write them on the board and everyone will find a spot in the room, with their group, to begin discussing what product you will invent, or innovate. You will have 4 total days to figure out the name of the invention, or innovation, a slogan, how much you want others to invest, and a logo. Then, a week to build, or add, the product, figure out a speech, and present to the class." She paused before placing a stack of note cards on her desk, sat down, and said: "You may begin."