It’s midnight. I find myself in the library with “Gray’s anatomy”.

For my homework I have to draw the brain and label several areas. The result looks more like a pizza with too many toppings.

I think that everybody will turn in something like that. By chance, the only other person in the library is an undergrad doing the same homework. When I walk by, I glance at her work, and, well, it looks better than the tables in the book. I go home, I’m too old for this.