You walk into your American Literature class and take your usual seat next to Zack, who hasn’t arrived yet. Your teacher, Mrs. Finch takes out a marker and writes pages 77-104 on the white board. “Open up to page 77 in Southern Desserts by Paula Dean and start eating.” she says politely. You wonder how are you going to eat a book, but you obey the instructions and open up to page 77 and scan over a recipe for chocolate mousse. Then Mrs. Finch rolls a large metal cart around and places the same dessert on everyone’s desk. You devour it fairly quickly, and she brings out what is on page 78, and 79, and 80. Then while you were eating 81, which is banana foster, Zack heaves himself into the room, using the wall to balance. He was at a mobility hindering 1150, which must surely put him at heavyweight. He gives the teacher a pass and slams down into the chair next to you. His shirt is skin tight and showing every roll on his upper torso. He turns his head towards you, which looks difficult with enough neck fat that covers his shirt collar, and between breathes says, “Man, basic baking is the best class ever.” With that he finds a few chicken nuggets sized pieces of some sort of pastry lodged in one of his rolls and swallows them without chewing. Mrs. Finch brings him over a dish of bananas foster and Zack quickly inhales it. “You must be in the heavyweight class now, right?” you ask. “Actually I’m giving up wrestling. It was taking time away from eating.” he replies. While the girl next to him wasn’t looking he stole the remainder of her food and shoves it in his mouth. You couldn’t believe it. Wrestling had been Zack’s life since you had met him. It was like he had become obsessed with food. “So then there’s an opening on the team?” you ask him. Zack continues eating but nods his head in confirmation.