submitted by jolismots
It’s in five minutes. Five minutes is three hundred seconds, but five minuets could last all day. The bench is hard and painful on my butt, I wonder if it works both ways? I wonder, could my butt be hurting the bench, too? I want to ask the girl sitting next to me if she wonders about these things, but she is dressed so nicely and I am as scraggly as ever and I am ashamed. I’m not supposed to judge based on appearances, but I operate defensively — on the assumption that everyone is judging me. I do this to avoid the embarrassment of stepping outside my station. Just like I always extrapolate small things into big things. Always converting things into life lessons that I never follow. But this bench is still uncomfortable, and class is in two minutes, and no one would care even if I was dressed like a queen.