Waves of Reality Against my Hull

The headmaster got precious little sleep last night. So many things to think about. During the day, the chaos at the Academy has a numbing effect on the brain. After cutting through the fog of another day, the mind wants to dock and run amok in port.

hm, I feel a strange urge to use maritime metaphors this morning.

Anyway, occasionally here at the Academy we announce a "School in Bed" day. On these days, which are precious few, we will lie in bed reading, discussing, and reviewing.

Can you guess which kind of school day we're having this morning?