"Mr. Veder, so happy for you to finally be joining us!" a voice blared across my consciousness.
Ah, not me then, meaning I get a few more minutes of sleep, I thought as I readjusted my position on the desk. The surface of the desk felt off for some reason. Strange, since I'd gotten quite familiar with the texture of the desk in my second period Spanish class over the past several months.
A thought drifted into my mind. Since when do I have class with anybody named 'Veder'.
"Mr. Veder, wake up IMMEDIATELY!" somebody screamed. This got me to perk up, I jerked my head up as an instinctive response to the racket occurring practically next to my ear.
I look up to see a fuming, bald man in a sports jacket standing right in front of me, shaking his head in exasperation. "Mr. Veder," he said, "I'm glad to see that you've decided to join us." He growled.
He's talking to me! I screamed in my head, I quickly sat up straight in my seat and tried to get into posture that said, 'Ready to learn sir!'
Still, I had to wonder why he thought my name was 'Veder'. The guy must have been a substitute, because I had never seen the man before in my li- Wait... what! It was at this time that I realized that not only did I not recognize my teacher, but I didn't recognize the room, my desk, my classmates, or even my own hands.
Of course, when one finds themselves in such a scenario, there is only one thing to say, "How fucking high am I right now?"