I would have liked to stay asleep in bed that Autumn morning in 2004 than sit inside Mrs. Rodriguez's fourth grade classroom—going through the motions of a not so typical American schoolboy. I was exhausted from a late-night VHS binge (Indiana Jones marathon), but I needed to stay awake, or Mrs. Rodriguez might embarrass me in front of the class, call my mom, or even give me detention—I wasn't sure what she would do. My eyelids were heavy while I stared at the blank lines in