I have to pick my sister up in six minutes.

Classes at UM consist mainly of me sitting in chair dilligently recording notes while lightly drooling into my open palm that it cradling my head. Not that it is unpleasant - no, far better than high school. Free time spent largely with friends, lounging in the bizarre ACS room or whispering in the library, and seeing odd foreign films.

It is not bad, certainly, it is much better than any time in school has been before, but it is peppered with a vague feeling of discontent.