I struggled my way through the busy hallways, sighing in relief when I made it through the door of Room BB-21. I bowed politely to the teacher, who smiled at me from her desk. I smiled back and made my way to the back of the room, where I sat in the corner. I slumped in the chair, lazily pulling out my bulky math textbook and preparing myself for the boring class ahead. Math classes were always boring. I already knew all of the content in the book, cover to cover. What’s the point of learning things you already know? The teacher began to lecture, and before I knew it, my eyes began to droop. But before I could drift into blissful sleep, an angel walked through the door.