You are reading
The Illiad and you begin to picture Achilles as Aragorn, though of course he would never retreat from battle over a stupid feud, and then, before you know it, you aren't even reading anymore, but daydreaming about when the War of the Ring. And then your teacher asks you a question, which you don't even truly hear, but you think that she is Sauron interrogating you through the Palantir and you curl up in a ball on the floor saying random things in elvish. And then you are taken to the counselor for psychiatric evaluation...and..well...need I go on? (not that that has ever happened to me before, but well, I kind of have an overactive imagination, but don't we all?
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