Caught Napping

The scene is your usual summer afternoon ManTech class. Just how anyone can ramble away on the best possible angle for the tool during a turning operation, for fifty minutes, when he is greeted by a sea of sleepy faces, is beyond me. While most of my classmates are cursing themselves for not bringing pillows along, I'm keeping myself entertained by observing the different spatial configurations a body can take when exposed to soporific stimuli.

Over the four months I underwent the course, I made some very interesting observations.

• The most common one was the expected hands folded on the table, head cradled between them.
• The rarest one has to be TI's. He just takes up any posture as long as its humanly possible, and each one seems more impossible than the previous one.
  
• The most outrageous of them all? Uss, hands down. Chin propped on elbows, head inexplicably following the prof's every move, face stoic, yet in deep sleep. With appropriate artwork on his eyelids, you'd think he's wide awake and all ears.

Though not ManTech, not mentioning Frame's little incident in Mr R's class would be blasphemous.

Our man is sitting in the very first bench and has crashed himself into oblivion. Just picture the rude shock he would have got when he is awakened with the following:

Waat ees thees gentilman! sleeping een the first bench! Go drown yuwar face and come!
-Mr R

The unnecessary emphasis on 'the' is not mine.

Frame has ever since developed a mysterious dislike for the first bench.