Tick…tick……tick………each passing second longer than the previous. Miserable, distant faces and half-shut eyes think of what might be going on beyond these walls during these two hours – the fun that could be had, the much-needed sleep. This is a brutal test of stamina, a chance to experience misery. Stephen Crane would be proud. A look around the room and it’s like a wax museum of college students; bodies that appear so life-like with nothing going on inside. Just a hollow existence. I pay thousands for this.
If Death were to interrupt the droning and request my presence, there is no way I could jump faster out of my seat.
“Take me with you, please!” I would say, on my knees, clutching to Death’s black robe. A cool wave of satisfaction would sweep over me as an eternally important hand reaches my shoulder, ending my existence.
“Turn to page 1050.”
If I am correct in my assumptions, and this truly is Hell in its highest form - I repent! I repent!
3 comments:
And one more reason I didn't make it through college...lol
I'm hoping that's not a reason I don't make it through...at least I do something in class...
Wow, I might be romanticizing college a bit. Maybe it wasn't all naked tug-o-war and piles of gummy bears like I remember...
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