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semi-threatening stare, but soon returned to his writing. It was clearly very important.

“Does anyone know what we are supposed to be doing?” Nose-girl asked to the class. Her question floundered in the air, and then died, falling flat on the carpet. She looked around and saw that no one was going to answer. “Do you know what we are supposed to be doing?” she asked me, catching my eye. Personalization of a question? I was so flattered. I gave her another shrug. Apparently she saw this one, because she continued talking to me.

“Well I just don’t get what the point of all this writing is supposed to be doing for me. I would rather study for Spanish. How much did you study?” A pointless question, but unfortunately, it couldn’t be answered with a shrug. She was waiting to her a small number, one hour, half an hour, ten minutes, not at all, so that she could feel better about her own lack of studying. My nose started to twitch. Thank God: a sneeze. I sneezed loudly, aiming towards the blonde girl. It worked perfectly.

I laughed inside, the giggles reverberating through my head. The sound of laughter is so much more brilliant when it isn’t wasted on others. An external laugh always seemed odd, misplaced, and rude,