Well, the curse reared it's ugly head again today.
I was well awake during the first half of comedy as we learned about Music Hall and comedy traditions and the start of sitcoms in Britain and discussed the Carry On films.
I was even quite awake as we watched part of a documentary about sitcoms (and I was quite happy watching that documentary I might add).
But as soon as Professor Jones popped Hancock for us to watch an episode of, my body started to notice how dark the room was, and how warm it was (especially considering that the London Center is perhaps the coldest building in London, no matter how warm it is outside, though maybe the cells in the Tower of London are colder, but somehow I doubt that).
So there I was, sitting in a warm, dark room, surrounded by the soothing sounds of silly Brits and recorded British laughter mixed live American laughter, and in the presence of the Welsh sheep Professor himself, and of course I found myself drifting off.
But! Since I intend to be a good student no matter how asleep I may be during class, I put in the effort to raise my head slightly every few moments to laugh along with the show, and then slip back into my dream land.
And don't take any of this that badly, my nap was maybe 5 minutes of sleep consistantly self-inturrupted by my own personal, well placed laugh-track. After the sleep/laughter started to hurt my neck I promptly sat upright and finished watching the show.
Given this story, it is extremely clear that I am cursed by the sheepish (and when using that word I do not mean shy) Professor Jones and his neverending Welsh ness.
Though... I was up till almost 3am finishing a novel for Irish Literature and after was unable to fall asleep for quite some time... but I mean, that obviously can't be why I fell into a quant doze in class, because I was smart and had some fairly strong coffee this morning.
My conclusion: Don't blame the Irish when you sleep in class, blame the Welsh. They've faced a bit less hardship, they can handle it.
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