You were in class, listening to the teacher and taking notes. It was a long week, and you thought Friday would never come. It was the last period of class until you could go home, yet the hours dragged by so slowly, like a turtle racing a snail.

Your eyes began to close as your teacher talked and talked about history and the past. Your classmates were paying attention, but some of them ignoring the teacher. Some of them were asleep, some were whispering, and more.