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I woke up with a jolt, drool running from my mouth, before I crashed onto the stained linoleum floor. Thank god I caught myself just in time. Stephanie, on my left, snorted at the comical and violent jerking motion I had to make to quickly right myself before eating tile from my desk chair.

I was bored out of my mind and had fallen asleep at the front of…