Without any hesitation or even a sound of acknowledgement, the students all race out of the building, eager to be anywhere but in class. Finally alone, Cheerilee lets out that sigh she had been holding in. She slowly forces herself to walk from the front of the room towards the students' desks, methodically picking up each and every quiz and sorting them in alphabetical order. This would likely be time consuming if it weren't for how much practice she gets doing it every single day.