A day in class.

Well, more like 2 hours in class. Our education system changes drastically as we move up the ladder. I'm sure we all have those days. The ones where we just feel reluctant to get out of bed, the ones when most of us rather sleep in with a cup of green tea. Not me, I have never had one of those days. Because I don't even like green tea.

*cue audience laughs*

But life must go on, we must go to school;to class to complete out learning quota for the day. For me, the most mind numbingly boring subjects are geography and history, the humanities. On a particularly boring and hard lesson, my thoughts are described below.

Enjoy my words of pain and suffering!

My head on the table, blood rushing to my brain, voice droning on and on. I stared at the clock, my strained eyes transfixed to the digital numbers beyond the clear glass.

5 minutes.

My brain grew numb, my arms went still, my eyelids growing heavy, blood rushing out of my brain, " tropical climates have sun the whole year round " became " my brain's climate had reached death point " Hiding behind my friend's head, iPad slamming shut, pen falling from my hand. My eyes rolled up towards the holy digital numbers with clear glass covering my release to freedom.

4 minutes.

My worksheet fluttered to the floor, an eternity passed as I closed my eyes for a minuscule second. The distant rumbling if worksheets flipping woke me up from my temporary slumber.

3 minutes.

I groaned internally, my breath catching and growing unsteady, I was suffocating, but I could breathe.Suffocating with the knowledge that such a mundane subject existed in my life.

2 minutes.

My head slammed on the table, earning distressed glances from my desk mates. My brain stopped functioning, all I could remember was the taste of victory that would eventually come when the bell rang.

1 minute.

I counted down silently in my head, watching the auburn headed teacher strutting through the classroom, checking on what the students were doing. " Thank goodness for the back seat " I murmured weakly. And at that moment, I closed my eyes to the beloved, familiar ringing sound. YES! I screamed internally as the geography teacher left the hot stuffy classroom, taking all the boredom with herself. My happiness was short lived as my history teacher entered the dreaded classroom.Let the countdown begin again.

50 minutes.