I was standing by the doorway to the woodworking room when I was informed that a guest was coming over. They were going to stay the night in the room next door. I went upstairs to see a few of my classmates eating at the table in the garden. It was raining and I didn’t know where to put my bag down because the ceiling was leaking. I had some ice cream in my backpack but felt too embarrassed to eat it in front of everyone else so I left it to continue melting.