end of the day.

the flickering light above me, the girl behind me who does not understand the meaning behind "that's what she said" and this teacher who honestly just teaches himself --it's the end of the day, and it seems like forever and a day while sitting there. i'm the only junior in a sea of seniors. they all know each other, socialize. i know no one and i'm kind of glad i don't. the foul smell of sweat, these kids are really gross. throw things from one end of the room, to the other. each other. luckily because it's a class of seniors, i can do pretty much whatever i want, teacher doesn't complain much. however, there is still this lingering feeling of being extremely uncomfortable. this teacher talks the entire hour, yet you could honestly hear a pin drop.. although i'm usually asleep by then.