Catherine kept her eyes on the clock; she tracked the seconds as the clock's hand ticked them off, counting down ever so slowly to the end of the third period.
The math teacher, Mr. Lionnes, was demonstrating the usage of yet another mathematical formula that would never see good use outside of class. After all, when would she ever need to find the partial derivative of anything after graduating? Honestly, she thought half the classes they were required to take in school were useless, but since her report card meant more to her mother than her opinion so she kept the latter to herself.
Another glance at the clock; it was the final stretch, the last minute of class. Catherine flipped her book shut and stuffed it into her bag. She shifted in her seat, impatiently watching the last seconds tick by, and right as the clock struck 10 am, the bell rang and she was off. Pushing through the throng of student equally eager to get out of class, Catherine walked through the halls until she reached her locker. As she stopped to get her supplies for the next class she could hear the buzz of conversation around her.
"Did you hear about Zola?"
"The crazy one..? I heard they sent her home or something."
"That's what I heard too, but her stories were wild man."
"Did you really just use the word 'wild', what is this? 2008?"
Catherine rolled her eyes at the conversation. She'd heard about the extravagant stories that had been floating around the school, but there were new rumors drifting through every month. Although...even she had to admit, from what she'd heard Zola's tales were a new level of bat-shit crazy.
Peeling off into the hallway Catherine made off for her next class, but as she passed by one of the bathrooms, she felt the sudden urge to take a quick bathroom break, and maybe freshen herself up for the next class.
The math teacher, Mr. Lionnes, was demonstrating the usage of yet another mathematical formula that would never see good use outside of class. After all, when would she ever need to find the partial derivative of anything after graduating? Honestly, she thought half the classes they were required to take in school were useless, but since her report card meant more to her mother than her opinion so she kept the latter to herself.
Another glance at the clock; it was the final stretch, the last minute of class. Catherine flipped her book shut and stuffed it into her bag. She shifted in her seat, impatiently watching the last seconds tick by, and right as the clock struck 10 am, the bell rang and she was off. Pushing through the throng of student equally eager to get out of class, Catherine walked through the halls until she reached her locker. As she stopped to get her supplies for the next class she could hear the buzz of conversation around her.
"Did you hear about Zola?"
"The crazy one..? I heard they sent her home or something."
"That's what I heard too, but her stories were wild man."
"Did you really just use the word 'wild', what is this? 2008?"
Catherine rolled her eyes at the conversation. She'd heard about the extravagant stories that had been floating around the school, but there were new rumors drifting through every month. Although...even she had to admit, from what she'd heard Zola's tales were a new level of bat-shit crazy.
Peeling off into the hallway Catherine made off for her next class, but as she passed by one of the bathrooms, she felt the sudden urge to take a quick bathroom break, and maybe freshen herself up for the next class.