“The sleep of Reason produces monsters.”
I had spent most of the semester being bored in my art history class, then I heard those words. They were enough to get me to forget about why I was stuck in this stupid class in the first place, Jenna. We were supposed to take this class together; she dumped me the day before the drop date.
Being a little out of sorts, I missed the drop date and was stuck in a boring class, previous sentence excepted of course, in a room that was too warm and devoid of any cute girls.