Ryan entered the classroom, his backpack thrown over one shoulder, and made his way to his seat. He was early, as usual, so there wasn't many students in the room with him. It was Friday, meaning it was test day after a long week of tearing engines and transmissions apart and throwing them back together. Between work and school, Ryan hardly had time to study, let alone sleep, but he'd always had problems sleeping. Insomniac was his self proclaimed title, though he'd never been to a doctor for his sleep deprivation. Doctors are expensive. He wasn't particularly worried however, because it would seem as though a lifetime of insomnia made it harder to notice how tired you were, as it eventually became the norm. 

	As the students began to file in, Ryan could tell everyone else was moving a little sluggish as well. The Instructor entered with his usual greeting, "Another day in paradise, goin' to motorcycle school." only today even he seemed to be lacking his usual chipper attitude. The students all made their way to their seats and took out their notebooks for a final study before the test. Ryan's lab partner, Josh, sat down next to him, releasing a yawn that seemed to last forever.

"Long night?" Ryan asked.

Josh nodded slowly, "But hey, it's Friday."

	Josh smiled a little then opened his notebook and began shuffling through his notes.
Ryan shook his head. He was a little tired, sure, but these people were definitely going to put him to sleep. Instead of the usual talking and laughing that goes on at the beginning of class, it was dead quiet. Ryan looked around the room to find every student was staring straight into their notes without even a mumble.


	After a few minutes, the Instructor stood up, a pile of folders in one hand and a stack of scantrons in the other. The test was about to begin. Ryan's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier, he almost didn't realize the instructor was now in front of him, sliding a folder and a scantron onto his desk. Ryan leaned back and stretched, trying to shake of the overwhelming feeling to take a nap, and began writing his name on the scantron. He could hear yawns all around him as the test began. He couldnt remember the last time he was this tired, and of all days, on his exit exam. He knew he needed to wake up somehow. Ryan stretched again, popped his neck, and sat straighter in his chair in an attempt to liven up.


	 Question after question he found himself feeling a little more energized. His focus became more solid, and even the parts of the test he'd been worried about seemed to become simpler to him. His memory seemed as refreshed as he was, and he finished the test much faster today than he had any of the other tests. As he stood up, Ryan tucked his pencil into his shirt pocket, and gathered up his test and scantron. HE made his way to the Instructors desk and extended his arm to hand him the test. The Instructor was sound asleep, propped up on his elbow, and drooling straight into his steaming coffee mug. Ryan smirked, and turned around to see if an of the other students had noticed. But as he turned around, the wide grin on his face slowly faded, and he had what was probably the most puzzled expression imaginable.


	 As he gazed around the room he realized, every student in the room, was also sound asleep. Ryan couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming. If maybe HE was the one asleep while all the others finished their tests. He could imagine the Instructor looming over his sleeping body, shaking his head at Ryan's lack of professionalism. But Ryan knew he wasn't dreaming. He felt more energized than he's ever been in his whole life. What a curious thought....an insomniac....that isn't even the slightest bit tired....