In my senior year in high school, I went to my employer’s store to help open up. I had a bad night’s sleep. Finally, I managed to hold on until the last class of the day English IV where I conked out. I hear the teacher’s voice call my name for the next “volunteer” to read. I raised up looked at her and went back to sleep. The next day I was the volunteer to read and it was almost when the class ended.
I had a cousin who preferred the term: “Military Child”.