It's that one class of the day. You hate it but need it. And are blessed you have a friend to go through the suffering with. Because it's on a completely new level of boring. It's that professor that people who have had him or her will feel bad for you #TheSympathyLook. It's sort of similar to when freshmen year I told people that I lived in Butler and I got the head tilt and sympathetic facial look...that's how I knew those people lived in Flannery.
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*Getting ready to open the classroom door* And carrying the heavy book for the class that you never actually use..Why did we need that again?
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Walking into the classroom about a minute before and only seeing half the class, there becomes an inner question. Since half the class is missing, do I really have to go. Or can I just turn back now?! And when you do leave, even if you spend that class time sitting outside doing nothing, it's still less boring.
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But, if you decide to not skip that class, you'll most likely regret it. Probably five minutes into it.
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When the professor tells the same story to the class, and it's a story that barely added any excitement to class listening to it the first time.
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When the professor says that the class that day will be straight lecture, the question becomes, if you run fast enough, will she even see you leave?
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The last 5-10 minutes of class. Jacket on, you're on the edge of your seat waiting, just waiting, for those magical "see ya next time" words to come out of his or her mouth. And then it's a mad rush to leave, basically the hunger games of who can get through the door first. Because each minute you're there that you don't have to be is painful.
If you have a boring class, bring you're laptop. I forgot mine once and it was pretty brutal. Pinky promise.
