They thought class would never end. This guy made history into root canal sessions with Josef Mengele. I think everyones been here, you know, sitting in a boring class with nothing to do but scribble, think of different ideas for songwriting (or your given art), count how many holes are in the ceiling, and wonder how many rats were passing through there at that moment. Probably hordes, but lets try to be optimistic here and say its about half a dozen.
These were the thoughts of a one Dib Membrane at the time his history teacher at Casper High Skool. If this idiot stopped talking about the mundane and started reciting historical events of para-science or para-psychology, Dibs ears might have actually been stimulated enough to end his inattentiveness for at least one second.
But no such luck occurred.
This was completely clichéic, he realized, as many of the teacher-student relationships consisted of repeated droning monotony every day they would enter this accurse