I am laying on a reclined chair. There is a garbage bin right in front of me. There are two garbage bins, one recycling, one standard, in the corner of the room far to my right. There is a garbage bag about 45 degrees to my right and two meters away. What appears to be a garbage bin is, in fact, my backpack for the day, storing, my homework. There is a table with in front of me with papers, a calculus books, a calculator and two raw pieces of artichoke. There is Mr. Kim sitting at his desk typing up homework for one of his classes. He just looked at me. He did it again. It’s as if he knows that I just typed his name. After a year in this class, I noticed there is a plant in a basket hooked above his chair.