Today was my first day back to school since winter break. Even though it was only two weeks, it felt like a lifetime since I'd seen most of my friends, and I enjoyed catching up with them. I reluctantly received an overly enthusiastic hug from one of my friends, listened to another as she fumed about recent events on The Legend of Korra, and basically just derped around for a while. When the locker room got too noisy (seriously, it is a tiny room packed with about 20 girls ranging from 7th to 12th grade), I crossed the hallway to a classroom, and hunkered down there till classes started.
The first part of the day went by smoothly, but halfway through Civics class, my nights of staying up till four in the morning during break were catching up with me. Soon, rolling haze seemed to blur my vision, and my teacher's words seemed to melt together into senseless gibberish. She seemed to be talking about two opposing views in American government. What's new there? Why can't people...-yawn-...just get...along...relax...sleeeeeeeeeep...
"Megan? Please pick your head up off the desk." My teacher stared at me with half-exasperation, half-concern. I stared back blankly in dismay. I fell asleep? I never fall asleep in class! I managed to stay more-or-less awake for the rest of the class, though I don't remember a thing of what we learned.
Luckily, lunch was next, and I spent it curled up on the floor in the corner of the locker room, my head buried in my sweatshirt. My contentment was short-lived, as soon I remembered what class I had next. Pre-Calculus. The Trigonometry unit. Oh dear...
It was no use. I fought to pry my eyes open, but nothing made sense to me. Several times I found myself on the cusp of dreaming, but I'd pull myself away and try to wake myself up. I was at one point caught in a strange limbo between being asleep and awake, where I felt as though I was inside a small cave or den, with the opening high above my head, and I kept trying to stretch up and peer out and get a glimpse of reality. It was quite a surreal experience. My ever-patient and ever-forgiving Pre-Calc teacher noticed my comatose state, and actually let me sleep through the class. However, I do remember opening my eyes slightly to see him writing sine and cosine values backwards on the board. I'm not sure whether it was my imagination or if he was playing a joke on me. Still, I thanked him profusely at the end of class, and walked away promising myself that I would get a good night's sleep tonight.
