chapter eleven you wake up with your wool blanket wrapped around your legs and eyes all foggy and as you untwist the blanket scratching at your calves you realize that you forgot to take out your contacts when you pulled off your clothes and stuffed them into your stand-up locker and rolled into the rack and shut off the bed light and then lay there staring at the ceiling and just hating everything , and then you turned on the light and rolled over and pulled a book out from under your pillow wedged there with your alarm clock and the saint christophers medal your grandma gave you when you headed off to the navy .