The focus of eyes steadily going black. Static in the brain a hypnotic purr. The suttle thumps of pencils on desks amplified ten times; only focusing on such. Staring up, board littered with facts and statements I barely understand. Try to ask for help, only get the cold shoulder and a book to the face. If I knew where to find it in the book, you wouldn't be here standing in front of me, voice booming out, nonsence sputtering from it, the joy to learn slowly fading like the morning mist-evanescence at it's best. Start it up beat the dark. Set the mood, make it right. Lecture lecture, mix it up. Show us you're not just a talking dull being. Show the fun, wake class up, help us enjoy breaking our blissful sleep for what you offer us each class.