Negative.

Busily sitting trying to finish my assignment for English, I start to get distracted by all the commotion around me in the poorly lit student cafe. A way to loud study group next to me is discussing all the terrible parts to the war in Baghdad when half of them weren't even paying attention and were more concerned with the online game they were wasting their time with. The noise of fingers frantically typing papers at the last minute or updating their Facebook statuses, as if everyone wanted to know their every thought, is really all i can hear. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the frustrated students coming in only to turn around when they see no more free computers. I wonder if they notice the lazy girl by the wall paying more attention to her fingernails then the computer she is hogging? If all that wasn't enough, my train of thought is once again lost when all I can hear is the loud music coming from the head phones of a student who will surely be deaf by the time he's thirty. As I try to focus once more, Stacy notices that we are, of course, late and now I have to rush off to my long English class, only half done with my boring work as always.