Snippet #2019206

Mikhail nodded a bit, trying to stay awake. It really was too damn early. School was going to be brutal. He looked around the place, wondering if anyone else was having a hard time sleeping. He noticed one girl snatching a glance at him, but she looked away before he could ask if she was tired. She didn't look it. Must just be him.

He rooted himself in place so he wouldn't fall over, but there wasn't much he could do for his eyes. They kept drooping. At one point he felt himself leaning dangerously forward at an angle that--had he not been glued to the ground--would have caused a brutal floorsmack to the face. He quickly righted himself and shook his head, even smacking his face a bit to wake himself up a bit more. Maybe it was something in the buildings....when he had early assignments as a spy, he never had this difficulty staying awake. Then again, adrenaline might have had something to do with it.

Shrugging his shoulders to accentuate to his body that he NEEDED to stay awake, he pulled out his iPod and plugged it into his ears. He knew it defeated the purpose of listening to orientation, but there was a powerpoint and he was more of a visual learner anyways. Turning the music up loudly, he tuned in to some Russian death metal, hoping the jarring music would be enough to keep him awake.