After my sleepless scholastic ordeal I had to fight to stay awake until class, knowing that if I fell asleep on the train, I wouldn’t wake up until I was either at the Philadelphia Airport or in West Trenton, both bad.  I made it into Finance and quickly fell asleep to the sweet sounds of Indian factual misstatement and woke up as the class ending.  Passing by the teacher’s grade book I noticed I received full participation credit which means one of two things, either he never called on me, or I answered questions in my sleep.  I latter found out it was the latter, and I was apparently right to boot.