Shawn Hewitt strode through the gates of Beata Academy with a swaggering confidence that he didn't know he had. A spring in his step and with a certain stride and posture that screamed readiness at the greatness and possible glory that lays ahead. His only possessions were his open mind, unique gift, and the clothes on his back. As he crossed the threshold of the mighty palace of education and opportunity he had one resounding thought that,'Where are my bags?' And so, with that thought, he crossed the boundaries of Beata once again to chase after the cab that had brought him. Walking back towards this entrance of the school once again, albeit with a luggage in tow this time, he was finding that the confidence that he had been exuding before was gone. As he was walking through the great gates a third time, he was doing so rather sheepishly. As he finally stopped and looked around just within the school boundaries he had a single thing on his mind,' I hope no one saw that.'
