"There you are," says Mr Jackson, "Was wondering when you'd show up."
"Umm," says Callum confused.
"The classroom needs cleaned. That's why you're here. Right?"
"Umm..... I guess?"
"Excellent. Start at the back wall. Everything you need is back there."
Callum walks to the back of the classroom. The wall is covered in dirt and grime for some reason. He sighs and turns around, no one is paying attention to him. He sprays the wall and starts wiping it. The muck is so thick it takes multiple passes just to clean. Which is made worse when only a few minutes in, his arms start crying.
Soon enough. It is lunchtime. Callum has spent half the day cleaning a single classroom. He even missed out on recess because of it.
"Excellent job," says the teacher, "Never seen it so clean before."
"T...thanks," replies Callum with some proudness.
"Your job is done. You may now