"This is a success, a total success" I thought. “My vote and my sanity have been saved once again by the intuition of myself and my aide, Major Whaley!” as I called him. It was a habit of mine to classify people based on their usefulness in trying to influence the environment around me. It was blatantly obvious that I was in my most jovial mood after winning the 1pm submission wars. At least not before my presentation was challenged by several classmates I would describe as enemies. On September 13, 2010, I was assigned to supervise a group's preparations since my group had finished long before. After changing out of my black polo shirt for a black dress shirt and slacks, I had forgotten to neglect my presentation as I had just written some essays ahead of time, handed them over to them and let them write them in the English classroom, which was a generous white room with a desk and chairs so comfortable that you could peer out into the storm and marvel at nature's beauty, the occasionally impulsive gray clouds firing delayed shots of vivid gold like artillery shells on an 18th-century battlefield.” Paul,” said a seemingly calm voice, known as that of General Sevilles (or Mr. Seville) who was addressing me in the art room. “Sir,” I replied, in no rush to give a complicated answer. «Your presence is required in the English room. They need someone to present the work, especially that of your team." I raised a slightly confused eyebrow as I lifted my legs from the chair, processing his statement with puzzlement, as the presentations were scheduled for September 15th, two long days from our current time "Sir, aren't the presentations due in two days?" that I was happy, but inside I could feel the pride of my conversations entering my head, congratulating myself on the excellent work I sat down and drafted my diary once again in the brilliant scene of gold strokes intermittent and gray clouds in the distance. “I have only a few words to write about this great success.” I paused, thinking of the final sentence before my stop came. “This battle marks the push into greater territory. I assume that none of my enemies have come as far as I have, and I hope they reach me after all. ” I was only a few minutes away from my stop when the bus began to slow down “It would only help push my progress further – Forward, towards victory!”