SCHOOL HAS GAINED the least of my interests in the past years. The last time I actually got hooked on academics was when our class had a volcanic eruption experiment using toothpaste and other things. That was it. Nothing interests me more than that, especially this lecture that is going on during Monday classes.
I looked at the girl sitting in front of me, her head occasionally moved sideways as she focused in front. As if she understood what our teacher was mumbling right in front of us, she might have cared more about talking to herself about our recent discussion than to her students because her voice was too low. It wouldn’t reach towards the back.
I leaned towards the seat in front of me. It shook it a bit with my movement. I am aware that I am tapping my foot on the floor from t
