Deadly History?

Time slowly approaches two ten.
Oh, is this ever gonna end, and when?
Words come from the teachers mouth,
but what do they mean?
Ring, bell, have mercy and RING!

This is all history, what's the point?
Let the dead bury their dead
and let me go to bed.
Or else I'll be the deceased.
Oh no! it's too late.
My brains melting at a rapid rate!
Why is life so cruel, is this my fate?
Slowly, ever so slowly,light recedes
and nothing but darkness around.

"It's time to go."
A faint voice in the midst,
who could it be?
Am I dead?
Have I lost my head?

Sharp fangs on my neck.
Why this, why me?
Stop it! I say,
and go away!
I don't want to stay!
Again, the pain, those sharp fangs,
will ever you not stop?

Sounds, voices, shadows.
Where, who am I?
Then that pain again.
Whwhwhat? a pencil?!
Oh, wait, history class has ended.
Finally, but was that death or mere sleep?

Moral-- history can be lethally boring.