Whether it be a teacher or a student, they would all ask me the same simple question: “What does the ‘E’ stand for?” I’m not the kind of person who enjoys being at the center of attention, so being questioned every-so-often was a bit aggravating. I would tell them all the same story, of how my escapism tends to control the way I deal with certain situations. Then I would go on about my day. However, as much as I disliked the scrutiny, I would continue about my day as I normally would - despite the annoying piece of paper that would get caught in my hair and