DJ wavered in between the brink of sleep and wakefulness. School, for him, was a waste of time. He was convinced he wasn't smart enough to excel at anything (though the necessity of mastering various arcane tongues to use his rituals suggested otherwise) and only attended to keep the government off his back. DJ's legs were propped up on a desk with a bandanna tied over his eyes, trying to get some sleep in Philosophy class. There was little chance of that though as the teacher seemed to shriek out every fifth or sixth word. Really, all Derek was doing was putting in his 4 hours. Then he could go home and try out some of the tricks he had learned...