Augie was rocking back in his seat and tapping his pen on his thigh to the beat of whatever song he had stuck in his head. Everyone else was zoning out, and anyone else may have said he also had, but the way he saw it, he had zoned into his own thoughts. Credit must be given where it's due. Some of these thoughts were of lyrics and rhythms, some were of memes, some of the washing he forgot to hang out, and some were of the homecoming dance. Or, rather, homecoming "everybody cool either sits awkwardly or disappears and does their own thing, because it's really just free time that could be spent better than dancing", he thought. 

And the conversation he had with Alice. He was thinking about that, too, but he didn't want to admit that to himself. Nor hid he want to admit that he didn't want to admit that to himself.

It was when Bernie piped up that he was startled, train of thought crashing. He found out for the hundredth time why people tell you not to swing on your chair, but caught himself before he hurt himself. He only looked like an idiot.

After righting himself and pretending that nothing had happened, he said [color=a43333]"Better yet, let the arts students paint the walls. It'd look way better than a uniform coat, cost less, and maybe it'd get us known for something other than football."[/color]

Wall paint was overrated.