|Hmm, where is room 101?|
No, I'm not bald, but hair was too hard. That piece of paper is my schedule. That smile is the one of a ten-year-old who does not yet know how awful middle school is.
Unable to find room 101, I decided to ask a random stranger.
|Excuse me, where's room 101?|
|Oh my God!|
|Over that way.|
|Umm, is Room 101 in this direction?|
|I guess she really likes flour.|
At the end of the day, I got to leave: