The Curse of Bevan Jones (or maybe just lack of sleep)

I have a teacher here at the Ithaca College London Center.
His name is Bevan Jones, he teaches British Comedy and British Media. He is also Welsh. I believe that because he is Welsh, because there are many many sheep is Wales, he has cursed me.

You see, I take class with Prof. Jones Monday and Wednesday mornings. Each morning, in each class, he spends the first half lecturing, and we take notes. Now, this part of class goes just fine for me, I feel as awake as I should for the time of day, I take all the notes I should and everything goes just dandy.

Then we take a break and come back to watch a film (a comedy if it's comedy class, a documentary if it's media). And that's when the curse kicks in.

No matter how awake I was before the break, no matter how interesting I find the film, I begin to fall asleep. And I do truly try my hardest to stay awake. I will stare at the ceiling to keep my eyes open. I attempt to quietly slap my face a bit, or just shake my head awake, but despite all my efforts, I still always find my eyes slowly closing, my head falling back, and then I will dream for a few seconds before one of my flatmates usually appears in my dream telling me to wake up.

Personally, I do think it's due to Bevan's Welsh-ness, because, as stated before, sheep are the majority in Wales, humans the minority, and sheep help people sleep. Therefore, having a Welsh teacher puts people to sleep.

Or maybe I just don't sleep enough...