As I sit here completely bored in class, I watch the strong winds overtake the branches just outside the classroom window. They squeak and rattle against the window as the time goes on. It distracts me. I am unable to concentrate because my mind travels to the sounds just outside. I stare at the boy I like, because he is staring back at me. And because I’m so tired and am not too pleased with my appearance today, I turn away quickly before our eyes have a chance to meet. He does the same.

I have cramps in my legs, but not muscle cramps. Girls will know what I’m talking about and guys will assume to know exactly what I’m talking about, without really knowing.

I wonder if participation really counts in University. Because in high school, as stupid as it sounds, it was always worth like 20% or some ridiculously high number like that. I look at the syllabus and see that, no, participation is not counted, at least, not in this class. So I continue to stare outside the window and listen intently to the heavy branches scraping against the clear pane as if they were a girl in a horror movie trying to get away from a killer.

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