After his remark failed to draw Mr. Collins' ire, Daniel sighed with relief. He was in the clear, and his grade was hopefully saved. He was somewhat more awake now, though he didn't trust himself to say anything more. He'd probably end up rambling about how Marius's relationship with Cosette was a symbol of the romanticism of the time, or whatever. Daniel didn't really trust his brain to do what it was told, at least not without strict guidance.
Dude, I don't even know what half of those words mean!
Ah. Someone was talking to him. He turned to face the source of the statement. It was Harry, someone who Daniel only really knew from class. Apparently his vocabulary was confusing. An explanation was in order. "I do tend to be overly verbose when sleep-deprived. It's a failing of mine, I suppose." Daniel whispered back. He paused for a moment, and mentally reexamined what he had just said. Whoops. "Like I am right now. Sorry."
He turned his attention back to the class. Paulo had claimed that he was sick, and was excused to the Nurse's Office. Daniel felt that it was probably legitimate. I mean, what would be the point in faking an illness just to skip about six minutes of class? Seems like a bit too much work. Not that Daniel had any experience in the matter. He had never cut class in his life, though he had occasionally considered it when math got a bit too much to wrap his head around.
Ah, math. His old foe. It lied in wait for him at the end of every day. Looming. Intimidating. Easy day at school? No homework, interesting classes? TOO BAD, FOOL! HAVE TWO DOUBLE-SIDED WORKSHEETS, BOTH DUE TOMORROW! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Of all the anthropomorphic personifications of subjects, Daniel felt that cackling madman fitted math best. You could never trust a mathematician. They'd always be counting things
or, even worse, doing equations.
The gall of it all.
Wait, did Paulo just whisper something in Rachael's ear? Huh. Daniel didn't think that they were friends, or anything. Of course, he wasn't exactly the one to know about other people's relationships. She looked a bit unsettled. It wasn't exactly hard to make her nervous, though. It could have been something innocuous. You were overthinking things, man.
Daniel was snapped back to reality when Mr. Collins said that it was time to bring the room back to its native state, along with announcing that there would be a quiz tomorrow. Welp, there goes tonight's plans. He'd have to review what he had read. Of course, considering that his plans consisted solely of reading, with the possibility of checking to see how Michael was doing, it wasn't that much of a loss. He sighed, starting a bit as the bell rang. Time for history.
Heh, that was kind of clever. Time
for history. Anyway, he'd better be off.
[Daniel Whitten: Continued in These Dusty Shelves