"The Renaissance," Mr. Harrison said. "It means rebirth. It was a time when the old world woke up. Art. Science. Culture. It was a bridge between the past and the future."
Alex sat at his desk. He looked at the statue. It was muscular. It looked strong.
"Mr. Finch," Mr. Harrison asked. "Can you tell me where the Renaissance began?"
Alex looked up.
"Italy, Sir," Alex said. "Florence. Then Rome. Then the rest of Europe."
"Correct," Mr. Harrison smiled. "Italy is the home of history. They respect the past. But they also built the future."
Mark sat next to Alex. Mark was wearing a toga made from a white bedsheet. He had a wreath of plastic leaves on his head.
"I AM JULIUS CAESAR!" Mark whispered loudly. "I CAME. I SAW. I CONQUERED. I ATE PIZZA."
"Mark," Mr. Harrison sighed. "Caesar was Roman. The Renaissance came a thousand years later. You are in the wrong time period."
"I am a time traveler!" Mark argued. "I am everywhere at once. Like a midfielder."
