One

I just fell asleep in French class. That’s not so unusual, is it?

I dozed off and the next thing I knew, the teacher’s hand was on my shoulder. That freaked me out and jolted me wide awake.

“Are you trying to tell me my class isn’t interesting enough for you, Matt?”

“Not at all, Mr. Robinson. It’s just that I was training all weekend and…”

“I don’t want to know. Go spend the rest of the period in the library. That’ll teach you to work the muscles of your mind too.”

My teacher seemed to think that sending me to the library was a punishment. That was a little strange, now that I think about it. Still, I did as I was told, and I didn’t complain. I figured I’d sleep better at the library anyway, since Mr. Robinson wouldn’t be there to bug me.