After around midnight, he thought he was finally getting somewhere, and then the unthinkable happen. The TI-Hrunting completely died. Barry muttered a malediction; it was not the time for his one and only help to break. Barry did not know how to continue. As he was sulking in his unwanted hiatus, he had an idea, a stupid, quixotic idea that might actually work. He would finish the project the tedious, old-fashioned way, using only his bare-hands and will power.
Barry started back on the work, this time, doing the convoluted math with his own brain juice. He fought all through the night; he forwent every ounce of sleep. It was a long, incessant process. There were several times throughout the night where Barry seriously considered giving up, but any time he did, he heard Ms. Francis repeatedly saying, “This project is worth 20% of your final grade.” Barry must pass the class. After an eternity, Hrothgar, Barry’s father, walked into the room to see a peculiar expression on Barry’s face. After a second, Hrothgar realized that it was the face of victory. Barry had done it. He finally finished! After doing three weeks of work in the matter of one night, Barry was finally coming out of his nadir. Barry walked into school wearing a face of triumph. He strolled into Ms. Francis’ room, slammed his project on her desk, and left the school entirely. He went straight home, knowing he aced his project, and he has never slept better in his