school of thought

Today, in my 6th period class, a sensation ran through my mind. A lust for water was occupied ever crevasse that composed my brain. Without thought I leaped up from where I was seated and begged Mr. Preston to allow me to get water. After begging and pleading he gave me the green card along with a question that will forever torment me! "Aren't you hot in that jacket?" inquired Mr. Preston. If he only knew how much I cherish the solice that a jacket provides! hahahah how do you think I made it through freshman year, with my head held high!? In all seriousness, this question triggered the thought of how everyone thinks differently!