8:13) Justin Sacks (Pell) 03-SEP-97 0:34

I sit at my desk, on the top floor of Vine Alternative, Called KAMSC by some. The teacher standing in the front smiles enthusiastically as she animatedly explains a concept that I had mastered five years ago. My gaze slowly unfocuses, and my head droops downwards towards the table, as honolulu's sparkling lights play out their gentle dance across an unfathomably tranquil sea. My friend, Holly, digs her elbow painfully into my side. She always pays attention. "pay attention" she whispers harshly. I don't see why, but I shake my head and rub my eyes, trying to clear out some of the sand that too many late nights and early mornings bring. Abstractedly I reach down into the paper bag beside my chair and bring out a plain bagel. Still slightly warm from being baked that morning at Klein's... a bagel store just across the street... and four stories down. I begin to eat as I try to force myself to hear the teacher's inane chatter. She is still smiling, apparently enthralled by the subject of