Daydreaming. Or, How I Looked Like a Fool In Class.
I'll let sleeping dogs (read: students) lie. I think everyone has a right to sleep without consequence. In that same vein, all I want is to be able to slumber through my [Long Science Class Title Here] class without making a damned fool of myself.
Yesterday I was in this aformentioned class, which I will abbreviate D.B.M., and found the professor's attempt to fill 50-minutes worth of lecture with 10-minutes worth of material disagreeable to my sensibilities. Therefore, I tried out different possible sleeping postures. First, I tried the arms-folded-on-desk-with-head-resting-upons slouch, but my wristwatch jabbed my chin. Next, I experimented with resting my head on the support column located, well, next to my head. Unfortunately, the column was quite square and the only place I could possibly place my melon was on the edge.
Nix that.
I considered the possibility of slumping in my chair and sleeping un-supported. However, I immediately rejected this option as I am a notorious "nodder." For those unsure of this sleep phenomena, that's when you (read: I) begin to doze and slowly fall forward until my biological gyroscope freaks out and snaps me awake once again. This method of un-sleep occurs most frequently on long bus trips when one has Stinky Suzy on one side of one's person and a vibrating window on the other.
Finally, I found the best posture for the situation at hand. The elbow-on-the-desk and head-resting-on-fist combo. It was really working out well until I woke up.
Perhaps "woke up" is an incorrect description. Rather, I started awake, making a half snort sound in the process, and punched the air exaggeratedly with my fist. Right in the middle of the classroom.
I don't know what kind of dream prompted this post-somnambulistic response. All I remember is becoming fully cognizant while my fist was still in the air. So I did what any good cover-upper would do: I pretended that I was checking my watch. Unfortunately, my watch was on the other wrist (d'oh)!
I really hope I didn't talk/mumble madly in my brief slumber, something I'm also prone to. That, however, is for another post.
Yesterday I was in this aformentioned class, which I will abbreviate D.B.M., and found the professor's attempt to fill 50-minutes worth of lecture with 10-minutes worth of material disagreeable to my sensibilities. Therefore, I tried out different possible sleeping postures. First, I tried the arms-folded-on-desk-with-head-resting-upons slouch, but my wristwatch jabbed my chin. Next, I experimented with resting my head on the support column located, well, next to my head. Unfortunately, the column was quite square and the only place I could possibly place my melon was on the edge.
Nix that.
I considered the possibility of slumping in my chair and sleeping un-supported. However, I immediately rejected this option as I am a notorious "nodder." For those unsure of this sleep phenomena, that's when you (read: I) begin to doze and slowly fall forward until my biological gyroscope freaks out and snaps me awake once again. This method of un-sleep occurs most frequently on long bus trips when one has Stinky Suzy on one side of one's person and a vibrating window on the other.
Finally, I found the best posture for the situation at hand. The elbow-on-the-desk and head-resting-on-fist combo. It was really working out well until I woke up.
Perhaps "woke up" is an incorrect description. Rather, I started awake, making a half snort sound in the process, and punched the air exaggeratedly with my fist. Right in the middle of the classroom.
I don't know what kind of dream prompted this post-somnambulistic response. All I remember is becoming fully cognizant while my fist was still in the air. So I did what any good cover-upper would do: I pretended that I was checking my watch. Unfortunately, my watch was on the other wrist (d'oh)!
I really hope I didn't talk/mumble madly in my brief slumber, something I'm also prone to. That, however, is for another post.
"ma'am"
4 Comments:
LMAO--- The exact same thing happened to me once... except the professor was asking me a question as I woke up...
HAHAA!! I don't think I've graduated to the stage of sleeping in class, but I've sure gotten to the stage where my eyes get very glassy and I just stare at you without blinking. For some reason, that actually prompts my teachers to talk faster, move along, ya know?
I could NEVER fall asleep in class...I like complete darkness, a warm someone next to me and a blanket...that's all I need to sleep!
that is absolutely hilarious--completely something i would do!
Rarely does the box composed of on/off signals make me laugh out loud. you should probably finish that short story and keep writing anecdotes.
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