I am Jack's complete lack of surprise

First period is really boring. I'm afraid that my grade will drop as a result of all the talking I've been doing to help alleviate the boredom. Of course, I do all the work in that class, besides a couple of homework assignments that the teacher decided to write at the end of class while everyone was working fervently on these ten questions we were given seven minutes to do.
Notebooks generally don't receive a grade for organization, only presence. If you turn one in, you'll get full credit (I've seen her, she just marks a check next to your name). So, I like to draw in the empty spaces between notes, examples, warm ups etc. Practicing almost daily in this spare time, I've gotten better at drawing faces and expressions, but I can't resist adding a cartoonish touch because realism belongs in photos.
A few of them are actually quite embarrassing, although anyone who may appear remains nameless and faceless. I wonder if she's ever gotten past the inside cover, where my name is written. She might find a lover, a pessimist, someone who knows too much and cares too little. [For some reason I'm reminded of Nicholas Cage's role in Next because the look on his face did not vary from three different expressions: I'm very bored because I know everything that's going to happen two minutes from now, I'm depressed because I'm such a tired soul/ I've lead a very tortured childhood, or I'm smiling because I think I'm clever for remembering a line I've heard before and being able to relay it back/ I have charm.]<--- the sort of things I think about while she drones on.. I sort of want to ask her if she's ever seen the doodles, if they've interrupted her daily routine in any way. If they so much as made a smirk last on her face for more than half-a-second, it would make me feel much better than what I felt after seeing the red check for notebook "presence."
Maybe after this semester I'll sift through my notebook for pictures I really enjoyed, then cut and paste them to something like a poster I could hang in my room. Sounds like a great way to consume the hours I spend pondering the meaning of dessert-pies, planning how to run an economy consisting entirely of human feces, and questioning the sexuality of various wholesale items.

I am Jack's naive ambition.