The professor for both the majority of humanities lectures and even a few of the more specialized studies classes was known for his fastidious lectures. In the basic classes, he was famous for his monotonous tone and his rather slight course-load he'd provide for his students, but that only enabled the ill-slept to catch just another hour of sleep.<br/><br/>He followed the book to a strict T and he didn't mind for it, so long as their grades didn't suffer, but he hoped that their tunes would change for the later classes. Today, his back was to the class for most of the time and it allowed him a slight lapse in recalling just who'd decided to take their naps, much to Edwards favor.<br/><br/>Edward, whether intentionally or not, had chosen more comfortable clothes that only serviced to relax him into the sleep. Dark blue cotton slacks and his warm brown loafers made him feel like he was back at the desk in his room. The lighter blue button up shirt was a size or two larger than what fit his frame, allowing for him to try and hide the brace on his left wrist. It wasn't anything major, and if anyone asked (which no one did), he had prepared the simple excuse of his hand not being properly positioned as he tried to lift weights at the gym. Over that, his dark blue and white sweater vest left his chest with a rarm enough feeling that sleep sounded fantastic. The solid black beanie he wore seemed to serve no purpose to his attempt at looking passably decent, but it did serve to hide his bed head.<br/><br/><br/>It wasn't that he was doing it intentionally, no. He had stayed up until just shy of dawn wrapping up no less than three papers for various English classes, making sure to follow the writing styles of the students who's names would head the first page, and a short essay for a statistics class that he'd admittedly had to research a little too much for.<br/><br/>The nudge took a moment to actually alert him, the soft whisper making him sigh and sit up to rub at his eyes. He looked over to who'd woken him to see someone entirely too close into his personal space. He tensed and leaned away from him, glancing around before shifting to return to his ever present hunch over his computer and the rather empty notes document. "Thanks," he whispered, rather belatedly.<br/><br/>The nap had been nice, and there really wasn't much he could do. He looked up to the board and realized that this was the chapters he'd gone ahead and taken notes for already based on some lecture clips on YouTube from more personable professors at other schools. He realized he shouldn't be so rude to the man that woke him, so he went ahead and pulled up the document filled with the notes he'd already taken. They were meticulous with their bolded and italicised words, their lists and sublists with underlining to denote things other professors said would be on tests or quizzes.