The clock struck 9:01, and it felt like I had been cooped up in class all day already ... watching the minutes fall off the clock.

All around me, I heard the frantic shuffling of books and supplies -- people taking things off desks and putting them back on, as everyone prepared for class. Some even weren't so productive and instead, simply used the chaos as an opportunity to quickly check their cell phones for text messages.

Me? I sat in panic, way too concerned with my current predicament to consider what was going on in class.

I had found a seat towards the back -- ironically probably where I would've sat in my normal form, but today I only wanted to curl up and dissapear, if only for a while -- long enough to find that stone again. I look back and forth, my eyes darting around the room. Noone in the room had any idea who I was, not that I was too well known as plain old me.

Then...