I wiped at my perspiring forehead, utterly exhausted by the fact that I had read the same line more than six times and was yet to align align brain to understand what it meant. I’m just tired. My hands were positioned on either sides of my chin - the posture of frustration caused by studying - and a large book laid splayed out underneath her, its white pages glaring into my face and groaned quietly. Why does this need to happen now?
The classroom maintained a relatively calm atmosphere even though some students were engaged in soft chatter, and there was a laugh here and there, some students were surely gossiping with how high and low their voices became when they spoke and looked at certain students. Most of them rather sat alone with books under their noses just like me, ignorant of th
