"Good afternoon, Misha.""Hey.""Would you like to tell us why we're here, Mr. Nesti?""I actually don't know what you're talking about,”“Oh, really? And So, Augusto? Lillian? Do any of you know why you eight are here?” “Is it because of our study group?” Olivia apprehensively tweeted, "Yes, thank you Miss Ave, it's because of your study group," Mr. Mulder replied, putting study group in quotes, with a tight-lipped smile. “Any reason why this might come to mind first?” None of us wanted to answer because none of us wanted the answer to be known, not even to be true. We didn't want this to happen, at least I didn't. It all started at the beginning of the year, in the third year. We had just started visiting colleges, and while the anxiety of senior college applications and admissions had overloaded our minds for the past three or four years, it was this year that it became real , at the forefront of our consciousness. Gus was arguing with Mr. Miller about the unfair rating of his AP English Lit Comp article. “The Smell of Chrysanthemums” is clearly about the isolation of the soul, with the devastation of Walter's death to his mother, as well as the awareness of Elizabeth that she never met or knew her husband. " Gus pointed this out to Mr. Miller. I often had to stay in class ten to fifteen minutes longer to wait for Gus, because if he got anything less than the highest score on the curve he would argue with the teacher for hours and hours until he was satisfied of his vote. He is short in stature, but his argumentative air dwarfs everyone else in his presence. I am the exact opposite. “Well, Augustus, I don't disagree with you on that point, but the task was about him. Elizabeth's character development, and while it's... middle of the paper...!”“ Well, I'm sorry Mr. Pontiki, but just because some of you think you've been unfairly evaluated doesn't mean it's true to destroy the curve ." "How do you know? Where is the proof?" It's not appropriate, I don't know where you think you got this information, but it's wrong!” Mr. Miller retorted, stunned. The day went on normally until I got a headache and felt dizzy right before the doctor's appointment, forcing me to go to the infirmary of my day right after science and went to the office to become a student assistant.