Sometimes when I'm supposed to be paying attention to something a person is saying, such as a teacher lecturing the class, my mind wanders. While many people have trouble paying attention to discussions on topics as intriguing as the symbolism in Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter, I tend to entertain thoughts about the most irrelevant of situations. Usually I gaze in a fixed direction, but after "coming to" to realize that I'm staring at some girl and she's staring back, I've learned look towards a wall or corner when I intend to think.
Here is a good example of what I tend to stare at:
However, once my mind wanders, I rarely see what I'm looking at.
At this point I'm completely captivated by my imagination until I hear my name (you learn to snap to attention at the mention of your name in high school) or the bell rings.
This is what sets me apart from most other people I think. While other boys would be dreaming about the girl they're staring at, I'm sitting there pretending to fly an overpowered fighter ship around the classroom destroying everything in sight. (It amazes me how much damage one can cause with his imagination and a vehicle where 50% of the mass is invested in weapons, 30% into the engine, 10% into the cab, and the other 10% into adding details to make it look cool.)
However, upon the chance that I am awakened from my world of rapidly changing velocities, pressures, and electromagnetic spectrum wavelengths, I can usually come up with a satisfactory answer for the teacher. If it's a History or English class, I can usually get away with sharing an opinion on something remotely related to the topic.
But that still leaves room for a few exceptions, such as drifting off while trying to finish calculus homework while in my German class. My mind doesn't respond coherently when thrust from a world of light-cycles to staring at integrals and imaginary numbers to gaping at words I've never seen before. Thus the phrase "uhhhhhhhh, can you repeat the question please?" escapes my mouth.
Great stuff, I completely relate to this. I don't really ever find myself staring at girls or watching battle cruisers wreck the classroom. However, there was the time Mr. Haderlie lost his Toupée...
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