We walk to my classroom and set our stuff on my desk. Mitch leaves the room suddenly as I sit down. "Where are you going?" I ask. He looks back and continues to walk to his room which is right across the hall. He soon comes into my class again sitting on his spinning chair rolling into the room making a dramatic entrance. "IM BACK!" he screams. I slip out of my spinning chair from laughing so hard. When I get up we both chuckle and soon we recuperate. We both eat the lunches we packed knowing ever since we were little that you can't trust the cafeterias food. "Hey," I say, trying to break the silence between us. "Yes?" Mitch asks. "My friends having a party this weekend. You wanna come?" I ask smiling. "Oh, you know that won't work, honey," Mitch chuckled. I smile softly and eat part of the couscous I had packed in my lunch. "We will see about that, now won't we," I threaten. He looks at me with a smirk glued to his face as he sits back in his chair. "What?" I ask, "we are both underpaid teachers. We deserve a little party!" He sits up in his spinning chair and thinks. "I guess we will," he says. "Come on," He starts, "class is starting."