Workdaze
I remember having science as my last period one year in high school (Frosh?) and I remember staring at the wall clock, waiting for the big hand to creep past the eleven, in what was - to quote Ms Streep - a glacial pace. Those days, it seemed like 3:00 was literally never going to come around, or that I might die of boredom, hunger, sleep deprivation, or overhead marker fumes before then anyway so what did it matter if it did eventually.
Most of the time, the normal work day flies by so quickly that I have no idea where the hours went.
But sometimes, for no particular reason or even lack of work to do, it’s science class all over again.
