One year when I used to go Trick or Treating, my Mom decided to take me to a neighborhood I haven't done before. The very first house I knocked on turned out to be the home of my old Math Teacher. Sadly he only had his front porch light on so he can see when he takes out the trash. So he didn't have any candy, but he said it's good I stopped by cause he just finished grading my class' Homework. He gave me my paper, said "Good night" and closed the door. In the end, I got an F and my Mom laughed about it.