Song Attack

I’ve barely felt the two weeks sembreak and now its back to the class room again. My new class schedule tells me that I have to readjust my biological clock. Morning classes! This will be a challenge. I am a nocturnal person and it is a torture for me to wake up at six in the morning, but wake up I must. This means that there will be time that I will be in class with not a minute of sleep.

I remember when I had this “song attack.”

I was sleeping when I was jolted from sleep because of a song that suddenly entered my dream:

“Superman was killed in Boston”… what was the title of that song? I woke up and asked myself. I forgot. Better get back to sleep.

“Superman was killed in Boston”…Stevie Wonder and who’s that singing with him? Who is she? Better get back to sleep. It’s already ten o’clock and I have classes tomorrow. I must get back to sleep.

“Let’s cut the class, I’ve got some grass, the kids are wild….” What are the next words? “We just can’t blame them? “Or we just can’t tame them”…Why can’t I get that song out of my head? I better get that song out of my head. Wash my face. Do a little weight lifting and get back to bed.

“There’s no love in the palace…” Aaaah gotta get that song out of my head. Read. Write on my computer. Read. It’s already twelve o’clock I must get back to sleep!

I’m sleepy. “Superman was killed in Boston…” I must get this song out of my head. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. “And someone took away the Beatle’s lead guitar….”

“Superman was killed in Boston…” I give up! I’ll just read. I’m sleepy. Better get back to bed before that song…”Lets cut the class…”

It’s already one o’clock, and I have classes tomorrow.

“Superman was killed in Boston…” Grrrrrrr

Two O’clock and I still can’t sleep. I’ll read again. Get back to bed.

“Superman was killed in Boston….”

Three o’clock…

“Superman was killed in Boston…”

Four o’clock….

“Let’s cut the class…”

Where is that song coming from?

Five o’clock…

The alarm went off and my wife is already awake.

“You’re early or you didn’t sleep again?” My wife asked.

“No, I just want to review my notes that’s why I’m up early.” I lied.

Six o’clock…

Took a bath…

“There’s no love left in the palace….”

Seven o’clock at school…

Sleepy and haggard, “Where’s that song?”

“I need to stay awake, broadcast you song!” Broadcast!”

Eight o’clock…

Silent…no song…sleepy…zzzzzzzzz

“George any comments?” An instructor asked.

“Slurp, ahhhh, the—tion, of the ---tion, pardon the question ma’am?”

(Where are you song why won’t you broadcast?!)