He turns to the thermostat and drops the temp; he's freezing our brains into a dream state. My eyes wander, like they always have, to the hole in the ceiling. It's massive in size, at least five feet across and I manufacture an image...it's coming to me...a giant hand reaches in through the hole and the class gasps and screams. Their bodies flail and deflate while the hand picks a group from the back and scoops them up. The rest of us cower in fear as we hear the crunching, the chewing, the churning, the chowing, the blood-curdling call of their voices as the giant thing changes them into pieces of food. I hear a gulp and an exhale of hunger satisfaction. "It's cold in here." The blonde behind me burs and I'm back. The hole is just a hole. The mind is just the mind. The boy beside the blonde is whistling the theme to Gilligan's Island. The teacher continues, "Sodium is first bonded to the protein." "What?"