She kept trying to get his attention, to no avail.
"OK, Mister," she sighed. "If you want to sleep, you can try it, sitting up. I refuse to be an enabler!"
She took away his desk. He sat there, ramrod straight in a plastic classroom chair, both feet on the ground. A goofy puppy, who hadn't quite adjusted to his new environs.
"You move, and I'll give you a zero," she cautioned. She then relocated his desk to the other side of the room.
He sat there, non-committal. Stretched. Yawned. Stared straight ahead.
Still asleep. With eyes wide open,.