The thought follows you for the rest of the hour. Who are they to judge you on your appearance when half the teachers at school are overweight? This. East. Not. Fair. Of course, during the summer vacation you didn't stick to your usual eating habits. Sure, you splurged and ate a few cartons of ice cream here, a campfire or two batches of s'mores, more pizza than you can shake a Frisbee at, and of course, because we're all so adults, we shared a few high-calorie alcoholic drinks. drinks. Thanks to your summer filled with new adventures and friends we'll never forget, you sport your summer with your newly found tire around your waistline. You dismiss the idea because five extra pounds can't make a difference, after all, you still fit into all of last year's clothes without a problem. As the school year slowly passes and class work piles up faster than you can keep up, you receive your first report card. Coach slams the white envelope on your desk. You stare at him, which turns into a stare, and eventually you can only focus on that stupid envelope. Carefully, you open the flat package. Scanning the twelve point font, in standard new roman times of course, you read that your body is not good enough to pass your school's new health regulations.