Sometimes College Feels Too Much Like 8th Grade

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah drone drone drone drone drone drone drone on and on and on and on and on drone drone on and on. Slight pause. Continue, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (as the lecture seems to be in no way near to ending, and since the enormous clock which holds our freedom in its hands is situated directly behind me making it impossible to calculate precisely how long it will be until our eventual escape, I dig into my thoughts as a means of avoiding...) drone drone drone "oh what's going on here Jimmy!" (what?) blah blah blah blah blah blah (...this tedious cell of a classroom. I glance outside the window but even before I do I can hear the lashing of rain against the thick glass and the harsh sound of unrelenting wind wailing away at atumnal trees. The rain falls hard and constantly, a blatant reminder of the world outside; waiting, waiting, waiting for me to run into its open arms, away from my cage of a half-desk/half-chair, a hideous piece of manmade architecture that has no place in this world.) Silence. (Have I been found out?) "A cafe." People groan their agreement. Approval. Pause. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah (Try not to listen, or at least give it no second thought.) drone on and on blah blah (I cannot decide if I have an overwhelming urge to run out into the elements and proclaim myself as free, primal, fulfilled at last! Or whether I am lucky to be confined here, protected, with a front row seat to a spectacular show of nature itself, a melodramatic film from the perspective of a lonely student not knowing what to wish for. It will be some time before I am allowed to make the choice.) blah blah blah blah blah (and finally) "Right that's all, see you next week."