Am returning from a 2pm - 5pm extra class in Dynamics of Machinery (DOM)... The post-lunch drowsiness, the arrangement by the helpful professor to have the class air-conditioned for the lecture, and, invariably, the 'dynamic' nature of the subject, combined to create an atmosphere in which even the most hardened insomniac would fall face-first in an instant. I watched helplessly as my friends fell all around me, quicker than US soldiers on Omaha beach. I strove, I persevered, I fought back the demon who was trying so desperately to close my eyes and get me thrown out of class. A shot of caffeine during a 10-minute break did more than its part in keeping me up. The professor, bless him, did everything he could to keep the students' attention on himself than on blurred images of their own desks. He showed videos, animations, and even cracked jokes. Still men fell everywhere... good men... valorous men. Finally, he decided to stop the carnage at 4:20, and we were let out. I am a survivor... yeah!!