The curly-haired blonde was copying down the notes from the sickly-dude who couldn't help but be madly in love with her. The woman in the back of the room was on the last twenty pages of War and Peace. The old lady was knitting. The boy in the yellow ballcap was pasting what he'd found in his ear on the back of the kid in front of him. The kid who'd made the obscene gesture was deeply engrossed in an open book on his desk while vigorously rubbing his crotch.The guy in the last row slept on.