The next day unfolded like the previous ones, a cycle of monotonous lectures droning on into the air, each word fading into the background of my mind. I fixed my gaze on the woman at the front of the lecture hall, her figure moving animatedly across the podium, gesturing toward the sprawling images projected on the wall. Time dragged painfully as I mentally counted down the seconds until liberation—just two minutes remained before I could escape this dull routine.
Finally, the class came to an end. With a sense of urgency, the woman wrapped up her discussion, reminding us of an assignment we'd need to tackle before leaving. I shouldered my bag and hurried away from the hall, my heart racing with a mix of relief and anticipation as I made my way to the library.
