I was convinced Mr. Fredlugas was a drone descendant as his voice deadened my torturous calculus morning. 

 I looked around the class to the students who were one foot away from Sleepy town. I was right—they weren't listening. Fortunately for us, Mr. Fredlugas seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice, and so didn't bother to see if the students he was teaching were actually listening. By the time the bell rang, I couldn't move due to exhaustion. 

I had History with Mel, Jarod, and Dwayne next. After managing a quick greeting to Mrs. Berlin and smiling at the rest of the class, I went to my usual seat...