At the moment it felt so natural but as you fold and crease the paper into and over itself in variously abstract, oblong, and acute configurations it begins to dawn on you that someone who doesn't remember their name may not remember how to fold a paper airplane. As you ruminate on the seven-fold path wrought across the College-Ruled victim - Eureka!

My name is Airplane!           (new)

I went to College!           (new)