classtime is boring.
oh, so painfully boring.
the only sounds surrounding me are the sounds of papers shifting on the marble desks and the sound of pencils tapping on the cool metal bars with a ding and a rat-a-tat-tat.
seconds feel like minutes,
minutes like hours.
sleep threatens to overtake my body as i slump down in my seat to get a better view of the instructor and his chalkboard.
i snap myself back to awakeness when i hear textbooks slam shut and papers being written on.
i look around the poorly-lit classroom to see that a new assignment has been added onto the never-ending stack of homework and classwork.
i quickly begin working on the assignment, my mind wandering to when the bell will ring and how close lunchtime is.
i finish, my mind focusing on the sounds of the room again.
the clock's loud ticking reminds me that time is still moving forward.
that's when i realised that class had resumed again.
my hearing goes impaired, making the instructor's words sound both muffled and underwater at the same time.
i only realise i'm being spoken to when i hear a soft "j.c.?"
i look up at my instructor with a small "hm?"
he just pinches the bridge of his perfectly pointed noise and went back to teaching.
the tapping of a pencil on a desk behind me overtakes my senses.
the drumming is so rhythmic i think they are drumming a song.
the booming voice of the instructor yelling at the drummer catches me off guard, nearly making me fall out of my uncomfortable metal seat.
i regain control of my body and rest my head on my closed fist.
soon enough, the bell rings.
i feel like a prisoner that had just been released from confinement.
i grab my books and leave the classroom.
classtime is boring.
oh, so painfully boring.
thank god it's finally over.
{j.c. lovelano}
