In the beginning it used to affect me. Now it doesn't.
I was waiting eagerly for Professor Trent to come but what came was a messenger— he said, "Professor Trent will take twenty more minutes to come, students. Important meeting. Please sit in the class while he comes and try not to make noise. Act like your age."
Students snorted at him. They commented:
"What are we— kids in kindergarten? This college is shít. They make us feel like we are useless. I wish we could get out of here soon."
"I hate theories. Can't we just go to the ground to train? I want to break some bones." Someone cracked their knuckles.
Then a girl imitated the messenger, "What was that— Act like your age? Sometimes I feel like we should run away."
I tuned out of the classroom as I plugged my ears with my fingers.
