The supply, a middle-aged male whom of which stood about six foot tall- who I vaguely recognised by sight but not by name; rambled on continuously about the Civil War that left our once great country teetering on the edge of complete obliteration. I had zoned out- like I usually did whenever classes took a swift boring turn, and my perfectly located desk- directly placed next to an arched glass window; allowed me the perfect opportunity for a brief escape from reality.