Picture a classroom. Twenty-four fresh collegiate faces. Talking. Writing. Working hard. Making the grade. In the middle, a young teacher waves her arms frantically to get their attention. Nobody listens. They are all too interested in the discussion at hand. Who are we? What are we doing here? Do aliens exist? Who's better - the Beatles or the Stones? Beyonce or Rhianna? What the hell is MLA format anyway? And what is this crazy thing called life?