Time passed and Suriel was feeling a little better--if only a little. His mind was never fully focused on the discussion at hand, instead he would constantly daydream about a variety of things. He looked back at the clock every now and then only to be constantly frustrated that class was going by slowly. He was getting restless by sitting in one place for too long. Suriel was a free spirit and he hated to be forced into closed spaces with nothing to do but listen to the teacher talk. To top it off the subject was history.<span style="font-style: italic">Who cares about history. It's in the past. What good are a bunch of dead people to us now? This is stupid. History is all the same. You have your leaders, you have your wars, and then you have your peace treaties. It is an endless cycle that is never broken. So why even bother?</span>These were Suriel's thoughts. Suriel then thought of something clever.<br/><br/>Suriel raised his hand. "Mr Tyr. Can I go to the nurse's office I don't feel so good? I think I ate too much at breakfast." Suriel asked while clutching his stomach and wincing at the fictional pain.