Death by Economics

The pain of lecture.

He sits in the solid wood chair that is placed in the middle of luke warm room on the third floor of the business building. The droning monotone voice of the professor beat against his brain like the tide against the coast. Nothing being absorbed or contained, all the words slow destroyed any ounce of intelligence he had left in his brain.  The slow motions of his pacing weighed heavy on his eyelids as if sedating to make the torture less painless, but as with most situation when you are sedated when you awake you have lost apart of your original self. The only thing keeping him awake through this inhumane torture was the pain of forcing himself into three times to small solid wood chair. As if by some  sick sense of humor this class has literally become a pain in the a*s.

Focusing was absolutely futile  and A  was necessary. Two Redbulls and four cups of coffee begin to reach his bladder in the middle of the class.  He pessimistically hopes that the vial liquid won’t inch through his urethra. Smack dab in the center of the row and to get up to go to the bathroom is not an option. Now he not only has to bare the pain of the seat but his rapidly expanding bladder. He pinches his legs together to subside the feeling of pressure. As this position becomes more and more uncomfortable his body begins to involuntarily squirm. This action would normally go unnoticed however the ancient desk begins to make a wretched creaking sound that he is sure everybody is cringing to. 

He looks to the time piece on his computer and it as if time has actually stop there is still half of the class to go. It is outrageous to to think that he would have to sit through forty more minutes  of this agonizing pain. While the professor continues to drone on and on his temples begin to pulse as if they were being beaten on by tribal drummer. The universe finally shows some mercy and he is able to give into the weight of eyelids. Just as he drifts into s light sleep he is nudged in the side by the student next to him packing to leave. 

Reviews

[Nicole]

interesting

[WriterMe]

God I know how you feel. My eco finals are coming up and I just cant seem to get around to the studying bit of it all.
As for your piece. Great work. Nice well written description. =]