He sat in class unable to speak, walk, or even sit right until the bell rang. He walked out of class thinking what was he going to do until he got home. He thought, "Good thing the day is over," at first but then realized that he had art club today. He remembered that it was right by the buses so he couldn't go home until after. He walked into the room and sat down. Then he took out his paint set and tried organizing them in rainbow order but then realized that he couldn't tell red from green and soon all of the colors looked the same. Everything turned balck and white. "Oh no, I've got dog vision," he thought. He wrote a note saying he didn't feel well and gave it to the instructor. He had a hard time reading it because Osvaldo had written it in yellow ink. The instructor let him go and he barely made it to the bus. He thought he'd be okay but then he felt...