The redhead is readjusting to school.

On Monday I fell asleep for the first time ever in a class... ever.
And I am noble enough that I will not lie and say, "I didn't sleep well the night before",
because I did.
and I'm not going to make up a story and say,"The Sandman finally found my new address after months and loaded it all on me",
because that is pretty ridiculous.
          The truth is the monotony of a history class was getting to me and my distracted tendencies, especially in day-dreaming, were no help what so ever to eliviate this factor. To make it even worse German is my second language and therefore,  I have the gift and curse that no born German could recieve quite so perfectly. That gift, is the gift of always unintentionally forgetting to listen. I know, that sounds lame, but truly, once my brain latches to a train of thought and drifts out the window it makes it doubly hard for spoken words to reach it when they are in a language that I am not always thinking in.
          As you might imagine, this is quite an annoyingly critical problem and what is worse, is that I always realize that I have done it right after that person stops talking and asks for a confirmation. I will admit at first I was prone to nod and smile and just go with it and see what the hell happens, but as I acclimated a little bit better, I realized it is better to look like a fool by asking dumb questions, than look like a fool by doing dumb things after you confirmed that you understood completely.
         My affliction has gotten less serious as time has worn on, but it is the times like these, when my history teacher has been talking in his white-sound cure for insomnia voice for over an hour that eyelids begin to droop or perhaps head droops to chest and history teacher says,"Deni?" and I go "AH! What? Oh....Sorry."
         Or perhaps when, for instance, your gym teacher gives specific instructions on the next stroke the class will be practicing in the swimming unit just as your mind is straying into the contemplation of chlorine, why is chlorine so clean and good for pools anyway, and if it's so clean why did everybody have to rinse in the shower before they got in the pool? And why is the sun so bright today that I can't see my gym teacher's face, it's kind of really annoying....wait her lips are moving... have her lips been moving the whole time? Maybe I should listen. *Silence*  SPLASH! And half the class begins swimming toward the other end of the pool, and of course I have to turn to my friend beside me, and I must look stupid because she asks me if I understood. "Hast du verstanden?" I shake my head soberly because it would take too long for the time we have to explain why I hadn't heard. She explains, because she is a good friend.
        Despite the correct instruction however, I still manage to botch the stroke awfully and fail at the breathing rhyme, because let's face it, this Pisces was nevermeant to actually swim.