When one spends enough time practicing sleeping in class, they might get very proficient at actually seeming aware. Unfortunately for Emma, she had no such luck. As the counselor talked she was very brazenly nodding off. She made some effort to stay awake, but it was clear that she was barely struggling against the tide of rest. Her head bobbed down, and her eyes closed momentarily, and then she found herself snapped back into awareness. This visibly happened several times as Che was talking. Che. She at least made an effort to remember the name, feeling that she would soon get familiar with the school faculty. It's nice to at least know their names if you get sent to the office, which was a common occurrence for Emma, naturally. Teachers rarely appreciate her habitual naps as much as she does, and are quick to fluster when they find that she does surprisingly somehow know the class material. 

[i]The flight[/i]. The question barely registered in her head. Naturally, she was asleep on the flight, so she hardly knew how the flight was. Even if they blew an engine, her sleep was likely to get uninterrupted. If anyone, including her future classmates, attempted conversation she only held it to the point of politeness before returning to sleep. Emma found, that despite her apparent apathy, some odd part of her looked forward to the year. [i]Mystery. A nice change of pace. A nice change of scenery,[/i] she thought to herself. Emma mused to herself briefly that the now friendly counselor would likely soon be pushing for her expulsion. Or maybe he would be a rarity and attempt to work with her. Either way, the result would likely be the same: Sleep.

Emma made no attempt to answer his question.