Raphael. When I looked behind me, I see my seated classmates drawing cartoon characters on their notebooks, noisy and my friend Gregory picking his nose. He sees me watching him and smiles. I nod quietly, and look back at the monotonous teacher that continues to ramble on about the relevance of algebraic equations to my daily life. I zoned out, lowering my head to rest it on my desk. The noise of the class mixed with the teacher's discussion was slowly drowning out as I let my thoughts wander. All of it was simply white noise. Soccer. Girls. Education. Money. The future. They were ideas that passed by my mind that I like to pick up, tinker with, consider, and then place back down in the messy hallway that is my mind. I was going to keep exploring memory lane until the room abruptly became quiet. It was a sharp silence. It was a kind of silence that wasn't forcefully requested by the struggling teacher. It was different. I slowly look around the class first, wondering