hard wooden desk that wouldnt cause my ass to go numb. Just five more
minutes. Five more minutes and then my weekend could begin. I hated
friday classes. They always seemed to drag on, and this one was no
different. And to make matters worse, this particular lecture took
place in the oldest classroom on campus, complete with hard wooden
chairs circa 1904.
I put my pen down, clenching and unclenching my tired fingers as I
continued to listen to Dr. Crosss rousing lecture on skeletal muscle
physiology. Glancing around the room, I noticed the rest of the class
was just as bored as I was. Slumping back into my seat, I crossed my
arms and began to wait out the last few agonizing minutes.
"I think well end a little early today," Dr. Cross stated, setting his
papers down on the desk in front of him.
No sooner had those words exited his mouth than the room was filled with
the rustling of papers and the clicking of binder rings as the students
gleefully packed up their belongings.
"Oh, one more thing," he shouted above the noise. "If you missed last
class I need to speak with you about the project."
"Dammit," I muttered to myself. "I guess the weekend will have to wait a
few more minutes."
As the rest of the students filtered out of the room I made my way down
to the front. I expected more people to remain behind, but to my
surprise only myself and one other student were left. Although I
didnt know her name, I recognized the girl from a few of my classes.
Although she was extremely attractive, she always seemed to be by
herself. I found this a little strange since the hot ones usually had
throngs of friends and followers. She was quiet, which many people,
including myself, had often mistook for snobbiness, and had an air of
maturity about her. I knew many of the guys lusted after her, but as
far as I knew none had ever come close to getting anything at all. I
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