The retro-hippy of the class draws in a notebook. Every school has one. The kid who sits in the back, and burries his nose in the pages of the latest Star Trek novel, trying to drown out the world. This is William, a sand brown haired youth, skinny whose only distinguishing mark is his Battle Star Galactica T-shirt. She scans around the room looking for an answer.
None are forth coming.
William places the book on the desk. William is caught off guard. He struggles to find something to say, though he has now clue of what the question was. The students giggle. We're all waiting.