I made a habit of sleeping through German daily during the first semester of senior year. I also slept an awful lot in my English class. A friend in the latter admitted at the end of the year that he was upset I slept through class every day and still got an A on every essay while he could only manage a B.

My best sleeping-in-class story isn't about me, though. In my sophomore English class, my friend Andrew was sleeping through a lecture. The teacher called on him, waking him up, and asks, "What did I just say?" Andrew proceeded to repeat the teacher's last three sentences word for word. The teacher could only say, "You're very good at what you do."