Vacant eyed, big eyed stare and uncomprehending facial expressions.
This rather adequately describes the people within my biology class.
Tapping on their keyboards, most people are so blissfully unaware of the knowledge that is being passed along to them, myself included.
Immeasurable time and thought is being placed into this, yet he sits there reading his musical notes. He's absorbed within a reality that is far more real to him then his current situation and so he is content to sit here. He gathers nothing, yet is so involved in his work he forgets to look up even if to make some semblance of trying to pay attention. He's content to sit through the class because it gives him time enough to do other homework, or look up the musical notes that interest him.
She sits there, head on her hands from pain, confusion, and weariness. She's far too tired to do this right now, and far too strong to admit that she's so weary. She takes notes, but only sometimes. Otherwise her phone is the captivator of her attention, and she longs to be anywhere but here. She's content to sit here though because it's necessary, and she enjoys learning when she can focus, and be a good student.
He sits there, coffee on his lap as he looks up other more interesting topics for him to explore because this one is so easily accessible and the knowledge is easy for him to grasp. He looks on, trying to find something to grasp his interest, a superficial knowledge of something more entertaining than this at least. He sits there content to pay partial attention, because there are snippets of information that he does enjoy since he likes the subject.
I sit here, typing away my class trying to find an eloquent way to spend the period yet all I can think of is how I wish for it to be over. I'd much rather my time be spent somewhere else, yet at the same time I'm content to sit here. It gives me time to collect my thoughts, and be within the expanses of my own mind. I sit here content just being near her because I've missed that, I've missed her.
This rather adequately describes the people within my biology class.
Tapping on their keyboards, most people are so blissfully unaware of the knowledge that is being passed along to them, myself included.
Immeasurable time and thought is being placed into this, yet he sits there reading his musical notes. He's absorbed within a reality that is far more real to him then his current situation and so he is content to sit here. He gathers nothing, yet is so involved in his work he forgets to look up even if to make some semblance of trying to pay attention. He's content to sit through the class because it gives him time enough to do other homework, or look up the musical notes that interest him.
She sits there, head on her hands from pain, confusion, and weariness. She's far too tired to do this right now, and far too strong to admit that she's so weary. She takes notes, but only sometimes. Otherwise her phone is the captivator of her attention, and she longs to be anywhere but here. She's content to sit here though because it's necessary, and she enjoys learning when she can focus, and be a good student.
He sits there, coffee on his lap as he looks up other more interesting topics for him to explore because this one is so easily accessible and the knowledge is easy for him to grasp. He looks on, trying to find something to grasp his interest, a superficial knowledge of something more entertaining than this at least. He sits there content to pay partial attention, because there are snippets of information that he does enjoy since he likes the subject.
I sit here, typing away my class trying to find an eloquent way to spend the period yet all I can think of is how I wish for it to be over. I'd much rather my time be spent somewhere else, yet at the same time I'm content to sit here. It gives me time to collect my thoughts, and be within the expanses of my own mind. I sit here content just being near her because I've missed that, I've missed her.
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