Seriously? Mom and Dad expect me to get up and go to school the morning after a 329.000.000.000.000.000-mile road trip across the galaxy? And I’m not even a morning person to begin with. I can’t fake being sick, either. Not with the steirle enviroment of the space station. No germs = no sickness. Ever. Not even the sniffles. At least I got a good night’s sleep.