Books don't make good pillows.

Since the semester has started, I've been in the cafeteria for my study hall in the morning. I've actually done work for about 1.5 study halls, the rest I spent sleeping through. It was combined in the cafeteria until the teachers split us up and took us to their classrooms. Today we migrated.

I went to the art room. It doesn't have desks, but tables, rather. Ceramics is held in that room too. So now I have an uncomfortable table with clay junk all over it. No way am I sleeping in that, no sir. It took me at least 10 minutes to get comfortable. I finally ended up opening my book because it was too small when it was shut, and laying my head on the pages.

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