Can you imagine a teacher asking you a question like 10,000 times, head nodding in unison, whilst you sit back in your chair staring blankly back at him, thinking all the while he's addressing your neighbour? Your helpful neighbour, expectedly, wonders at your lack of response but makes no move to prompt you.
The teacher reckons you don't understand his question. Truth is, you're feeling so stoned nothing registers in your mind. You're listening to everything, but hearing nothing. Eventhough you're aware he's looking at you, your mind crawls so slowly you don't associate the looking and nodding with the question.
I must be feeling really bushed! May sleep not be too long in coming......
The teacher reckons you don't understand his question. Truth is, you're feeling so stoned nothing registers in your mind. You're listening to everything, but hearing nothing. Eventhough you're aware he's looking at you, your mind crawls so slowly you don't associate the looking and nodding with the question.
I must be feeling really bushed! May sleep not be too long in coming......
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