Angst builds as I wait. I can't sit still for another minute. The clock behind me ticks at one second intervals but feels 10 times longer. The teachers voices echoes across the room. Across the slumped and sleeping. Across the attentive note takers. And finally across me. I have long sense dropped my pen from the pain of the never ending notes. My foot tapes repeatedly on the ground as my anxiety builds. This is the last class of the day. On the last day of the week. This weekend I will rest and recover. Recover from this ever so boring class.
the bell rings