Before I knew it, time had swiftly moved on to noon.
If you viewed the teachers' repetitive lectures and the familiar problems as a process of self-improvement and a firm step toward the end goal, rather than a source of anxiety, time actually passed by quite quickly.
As the class was about to end, a restless atmosphere began to take shape in the classroom. Everyone was unsettled, with no interest in the lecture, listening to the occasional footsteps echoing from people running up the stairs.
Thinking that those who had study or physical education last period had already grabbed their meals and the best spots, most students became extremely anxious, wishing they could sprout wings and fly to the cafeteria.
Of course, the most dreaded sound was the thunderous footsteps indicating a collective movement. If such a noise began before they left the classroom, it only meant that a whole class had moved out ahead of them, and the cafeteria would soon be packed to the gills.
