Stan was leaning forward in his seat during math class, his cheek squished in the palm of his hand and his hearing mostly obscured with a pair of earbuds skillfully hidden with his hair. It's one of the only reasons he kept his shit long, he could listen to music in class and further drag his grades down.

He was just staring at a random point in the foam ceiling tiles, focused on the guttural vocals instead of anything on the board.

He had no clue was the hell Mr. Garrison was yapping about today. It's not like he cared to know, he assumed he'd be smart enough to get it once the work assignments were given. For now he was quietly hoping nobody caught on to his shenanigans.