When I was in sixth grade, our class changed rooms mid-year. This means we all got new lockers. For most of the year after that, I was proud of myself for never messing up my combination and always getting into my locker on the first time. Thankfully, I never bragged about this to my sixth grade classmates because near the end of the year, I had a hunch and tried to open the locker without the combination. It popped right open, ending any good feelings I had about my locker-opening prowess. I think my life was never the same.