Sitting In A Boring Class
Like every other student, I have had my fair share of boring classes; the kind of classes where students fight to stay awake and where the professor seems to purposefully try to make his students miserable. I enrolled into one such class last semester: Old Testament. Besides chuckling at the professor's multicolored sweater that he wore every day, the only excitement one could possibly experience during the nightmarish hour and twenty minutes of Old Testament, was the beautiful resonance of the final words "class dismissed". The English language does not contain adequate words capable of describing how boring this class was.
One of the worst parts of Old Testament was the classroom it took place in. The large room was surrounded by bland white walls without a single window in sight. The brown tables that populated the classroom prison were covered with eraser shavings and stained with dried up glue. The room was chilly and uncomfortable. The chairs were so cold that the gum latched to the underside of their seats looked like icicles. The coldness was likely the result of the door up at the front of the room that was always closed, hindering the circulation of the desired warm air. The classroom appeared to be able to hold around fifty students; however, my class only had fifteen students, all of which were spread out around the classroom to make the emptiness feel so much more severe.
The teacher stood up in front of the class like one of the Queen's guards; completely emotionless. Only on rare occasions would he look up from the yellow paper of which he was teaching from. His monotone voice was languid and drab, so much so that only the first row could actually hear what he was saying. The only thing more difficult than trying to understand his soft voice would be attempting to decipher his horrid handwriting. When he wrote on the board he purposefully never used punctuation to make it more difficult for his students to assess where a sentence ended and another began.
As time dragged on it was obvious that the students where bored to tears. Some of them appeared sedated, slouching in their chairs; others had their head down. One kid on the front row entertained himself by constantly biting his fingernails. Nobody could sit still in their chair. There would always be a constant shuffling of movement as the victims of Old Testament searched for a comfortable seating position. Not a single pair of eyes would be focused on the teacher. A few students would be busy working on their math lessons or drawing pictures. I was a part of the drawing group at first, until I ran out of things to draw because of the lack of objects residing within the classroom worth drawing.
Most of the students would look around the room aimlessly searching for something to think about. There was a large map of the United States that seemed to draw a lot of my colleagues' attention. I found myself staring at random uninteresting things as well. the metal pencil sharpener attached the wall was a good last resort object to stare at. In this bored disposition any thought that allowed one to escape the harsh reality of which he was a part was greeted with open arms. I imagine some of the people would think about a relationship, or perhaps their future career. Maybe, if they were like me, they were distracted by the thought that the cops might discover their illegal parking spot. Judging from the lack of excitement within the student body toward the lecture, I assume that the last subject on my classmate's minds was Old Testament.
Every second in Old Testament seemed to go on forever. Thinking, drawing, and squirming in a chair where little things, but they went a long way in making Old Testament just a little more bearable. I noticed that the students who looked at their watch every ten seconds had a harder time in that class. What helped me get through it was to think positive, and to thank God that it was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.