“It’s a success – a complete success,” I thought. “My grade and my sanity were once again saved by my intuition and that of my adjutant, Major Whaley! » as I called it. It was a habit of mine, ranking people according to their usefulness in order to influence the environment around me. It was obvious that I was in my most jovial mood after winning the 1 p.m. pitch war. At least not before my presentation was challenged by many classmates who I would describe as enemies. On September 13, 2010, I was assigned to supervise a group's preparations since my group had long finished. After changing out of my black polo shirt for a black shirt and pants, I had forgotten to neglect my own presentation as I had just written a few essays in advance, handed them in and let them write it in the English room. which was a generous white room with a desk and seats so comfortable that one could watch the storm and contemplate the beauty of nature, the sometimes impulsive gray clouds launching delayed strikes of bright gold like shells of artillery on an 18th century battlefield. “Paul,” said a seemingly calm voice known as that of General Seville (or Mr. Seville) speaking to me in the art room. “Sir,” I replied, without rushing to come up with a complicated answer. “Your presence is requested in the English room. They need someone to present the work, especially that of your team. » I raised an eyebrow in slight confusion as I pulled my legs out of his chair, treating his statement with bewilderment, as introductions were due on September 15th, a long two days after our current time. “Sir, aren’t presentations due in two days?” "Actually, they are due in two per... middle of paper ...... more, but it also works both ways. "The environment around me also remained jaded. When the bus came pick me up and walked in, I didn't let out any emotion that implied I was happy, but inside I could feel the pride of my conversations running through my head, congratulating me on the great job I sat down and resumed my journal in the brilliant scene of intermittent gold discoveries and gray clouds in the distance. "I have few words to write about this major success." paused, thinking about the last sentence before my stop came. "This battle marks an advance into greater territory. I suppose none of my enemies have gone as far as I have, and I hope that." 'They'll catch up after all...' My stop was only a few minutes away when the bus started to slow down. 'It would only help me push further - Forward, towards victory.!”