Yes, I was that student. Always in the back of the room observing and doodling. I was a late bloomer and forever afraid to speak up. In sixth grade, on the last day of school, I brought my guitar to class and played a song. My teacher said, “Why didn’t you do that on the first day?” Of course, the answer was, if I had bombed I would have never lived it down. On the last day, there was no pressure. And I killed it with my rendition of Venus. So take that Last Day of School Anxiety! I was also the guy who never raised his hand to answer a teacher’s question until everyone else answered incorrectly. Then I’d meekly raise mine and state, “I’m fairly certain a newborn kangaroo is called a joey.” Just kind of a shy kid and a late bloomer in all things.