Michael was humming faintly to himself, drawing annoyed looks from several nervous-looking students in his vicinity and a faint smile from a blonde, rather Nordic girl, who he thought he might recall someone earlier calling "Lisa." She had started to hum along - apparently she knew the song - by the time Michael's name was called, and he skipped brightly up to the stool. Ignoring the annoyance of other students in your age-group was an art you had to learn when you kept being smarter than they were.