She swiped her debit card through the slot and waited for approval before pressing the proper buttons. A Styrofoam cup appeared behind the clear plastic shield and hot tan liquid poured into the cup. She waited patiently for the shield to slide up, indicating that she could reach for her drink. She did so carefully and set it on the counter behind her hoping she wouldn’t spill. Foam leaked from the side and puddle onto the counter that held up two microwaves and a paper towel dispenser. She quickly cleaned her mess efficiently before strolling back to class while sipping her steaming caffeinated drink with caution.
She had been seating in her seat for only three minutes before Mr. Mills had resumed with his teaching. He had gotten five sentences out before the rest of the class streamed into the room. He waited patiently for five more minutes, then chanted,
“There will not be any more of this. You will arrive on time or you will not arrive at all,” three times. The last time a man in his late forties excited the class. She too, wanted to leave and drop the class only to sign up for another, but she didn't.
"I’m going to stick with it through the entire quarter," she told herself repeatedly through the rest of class. "It’s a learning experience."
The instructor resumed his lecture briskly while getting off topic several times. This annoyed her to no end and never in her life had she wanted to be assigned homework so badly. She was already irritated that she had to buy a graphing calculator, which she had opened, only to be told that she would never use it. To top it off she had almost been late to the bus that took her to the townhouses, which she was residing for the year.
“Madness!” she wanted to scream as she left the class in a rush, hoping she didn’t miss the last bus for the night. Luckily, she didn’t miss it and sighed with relief when she saw the long white bus parked in front of the college entrance. She slowed down her pace before getting on, making sure not to trip over the steps. She had already made a fool of herself once this year, she rather not do it again.
She had been seating in her seat for only three minutes before Mr. Mills had resumed with his teaching. He had gotten five sentences out before the rest of the class streamed into the room. He waited patiently for five more minutes, then chanted,
“There will not be any more of this. You will arrive on time or you will not arrive at all,” three times. The last time a man in his late forties excited the class. She too, wanted to leave and drop the class only to sign up for another, but she didn't.
"I’m going to stick with it through the entire quarter," she told herself repeatedly through the rest of class. "It’s a learning experience."
The instructor resumed his lecture briskly while getting off topic several times. This annoyed her to no end and never in her life had she wanted to be assigned homework so badly. She was already irritated that she had to buy a graphing calculator, which she had opened, only to be told that she would never use it. To top it off she had almost been late to the bus that took her to the townhouses, which she was residing for the year.
“Madness!” she wanted to scream as she left the class in a rush, hoping she didn’t miss the last bus for the night. Luckily, she didn’t miss it and sighed with relief when she saw the long white bus parked in front of the college entrance. She slowed down her pace before getting on, making sure not to trip over the steps. She had already made a fool of herself once this year, she rather not do it again.
