College Walkout
February 14th 2012 08:59
Angie looked to the front of the class. She was bored. The lecturer was dribbling on, and he had nothing to offer her mind. She knew it had been a bad idea to continue her education onto college. She could feel it inside of her bones. School work gave her a headache, and she couldn't be bothered doing it. It was a chore. She didn't want to do it any longer. She was wasting precious moments of her life. She didn't like it, and she didn't need it. It was a time wasting activity. She didn't want to do it any longer!
Angie picked up her books and shoved them into her bag. She hated to do it while there were students around, however she wanted to leave. Angie pushed and shoved with all of her might. It made such a sound that even the lecturer began to notice.
“Are you going somewhere Miss Reed?” he muttered as he glared at the intrusion of the day.
“Yes;” told Angie. “I am quitting;” she told before she stormed out of the classroom with her head held high.
Some students whistled, others booed. Angie didn't care. She wasn't for the study, she needed a break. She wanted to work at a ski resort, at a pool centre, anywhere where she could be reminded how great the world was. She needed life, not a book that had pen marks and dust! She couldn't do it any longer. She needed out!
“Father will understand;” she muttered as she reached outside.
The hall smelled like school. Angie shivered a little as a draft entered the zone. She suddenly felt foolish. She felt doubt climb her spine. However she didn't want to return either. So she shivered and then moved on.
“Angie!” told the lecturer as he reached the doors. “Angie!” he gasped in order to make Angie stop.
Angie turned around, and smiled small as she looked to the lecture Mr Harsen.
“Hi;” she muttered in a tone that was weak and small.
She felt like a kid all of a sudden. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. However she didn't want to change her mind. There was an empty space and she knew it was because she wasn't into what she was doing. She didn't want to study. She wanted out.
“Angie! What is the meaning of this walk out? Is it my lecture?” he questioned. “My tone?” he muttered as he sought to bring out the truth in the seemingly irrational behaviour.
“I don't feel like it;” muttered Angie before she smiled a small smile.
“Why not Angie? You did marvellous on your last exam!” he exclaimed as he smashed his hands together.
“I know;” muttered Angie as she sighed. “It's just that I am not too into studying any longer. I don't want to do it;” she said.
“What? Why not? You are an excellent student!” told Mr Harsen as he glared.
“Well...” muttered Angie as she rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. “It's just that I want to do other things;” she said.
“Like?” asked Mr Harsen as he folded his arms.
“Like working at a ski resort...” muttered Angie in a tone that made her feel silly.
“See your are doubting yourself!” gasped Mr Harsen. “You doubt!” he exclaimed as he struck a finger her way. “You don't want to give your education lessons away;” he wagered as he looked to her. “Never;” he said.
“I know;” told Angie as she began to feel as though she may have been caught making the largest mistake of her life.
“So;” gasped Mr Harsen as he looked to Angie. “Come back;” he muttered.
“I don't know;” muttered Angie as she blinked her eyes as though she were waking up.
“Come back in, sit and listen;” told Mr Harsen. “I am not throwing questions to the audience today;” he told.
“I can't;” told Angie as she smiled. “I already walked out;” she said.
“Nonsense;” told Mr Harsen. “You just turn around and walk in when I do;” he said.
“But I'll feel silly;” told Angie.
“Then sit at the back;” told Mr Harsen as he looked to her.
Angie hummed and harred. She threw her head left and right, and then she smiled. She ran her fingers through he hair, and then she moved towards Mr Harsen who threw an arm as though he were asking her to step up to a baseball mark.
“This is why I am here;” he told as he allowed Angie to pass him. “Remember it when you are graduating;” he mentioned before he followed Angie in through the doors.
Angie sat and shuffled into a chair. There was no one at the back, and she felt as though no one noticed. The lecturer raced to the front, and he thanked the class for waiting. He then began to speak once again, and as he did the class began to listen. Angie grew a blush, and it was then she realised that she wouldn't mind thanking the lecturer personally.
“Thank me when you graduate;” his tone echoed inside of her ears.
Angie smiled as she felt her blush rise.
“I will;” she said before she picked up her pen and began to write notes.
Angie picked up her books and shoved them into her bag. She hated to do it while there were students around, however she wanted to leave. Angie pushed and shoved with all of her might. It made such a sound that even the lecturer began to notice.
“Are you going somewhere Miss Reed?” he muttered as he glared at the intrusion of the day.
“Yes;” told Angie. “I am quitting;” she told before she stormed out of the classroom with her head held high.
Some students whistled, others booed. Angie didn't care. She wasn't for the study, she needed a break. She wanted to work at a ski resort, at a pool centre, anywhere where she could be reminded how great the world was. She needed life, not a book that had pen marks and dust! She couldn't do it any longer. She needed out!
“Father will understand;” she muttered as she reached outside.
The hall smelled like school. Angie shivered a little as a draft entered the zone. She suddenly felt foolish. She felt doubt climb her spine. However she didn't want to return either. So she shivered and then moved on.
“Angie!” told the lecturer as he reached the doors. “Angie!” he gasped in order to make Angie stop.
Angie turned around, and smiled small as she looked to the lecture Mr Harsen.
“Hi;” she muttered in a tone that was weak and small.
She felt like a kid all of a sudden. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. However she didn't want to change her mind. There was an empty space and she knew it was because she wasn't into what she was doing. She didn't want to study. She wanted out.
“Angie! What is the meaning of this walk out? Is it my lecture?” he questioned. “My tone?” he muttered as he sought to bring out the truth in the seemingly irrational behaviour.
“I don't feel like it;” muttered Angie before she smiled a small smile.
“Why not Angie? You did marvellous on your last exam!” he exclaimed as he smashed his hands together.
“I know;” muttered Angie as she sighed. “It's just that I am not too into studying any longer. I don't want to do it;” she said.
“What? Why not? You are an excellent student!” told Mr Harsen as he glared.
“Well...” muttered Angie as she rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. “It's just that I want to do other things;” she said.
“Like?” asked Mr Harsen as he folded his arms.
“Like working at a ski resort...” muttered Angie in a tone that made her feel silly.
“See your are doubting yourself!” gasped Mr Harsen. “You doubt!” he exclaimed as he struck a finger her way. “You don't want to give your education lessons away;” he wagered as he looked to her. “Never;” he said.
“I know;” told Angie as she began to feel as though she may have been caught making the largest mistake of her life.
“So;” gasped Mr Harsen as he looked to Angie. “Come back;” he muttered.
“I don't know;” muttered Angie as she blinked her eyes as though she were waking up.
“Come back in, sit and listen;” told Mr Harsen. “I am not throwing questions to the audience today;” he told.
“I can't;” told Angie as she smiled. “I already walked out;” she said.
“Nonsense;” told Mr Harsen. “You just turn around and walk in when I do;” he said.
“But I'll feel silly;” told Angie.
“Then sit at the back;” told Mr Harsen as he looked to her.
Angie hummed and harred. She threw her head left and right, and then she smiled. She ran her fingers through he hair, and then she moved towards Mr Harsen who threw an arm as though he were asking her to step up to a baseball mark.
“This is why I am here;” he told as he allowed Angie to pass him. “Remember it when you are graduating;” he mentioned before he followed Angie in through the doors.
Angie sat and shuffled into a chair. There was no one at the back, and she felt as though no one noticed. The lecturer raced to the front, and he thanked the class for waiting. He then began to speak once again, and as he did the class began to listen. Angie grew a blush, and it was then she realised that she wouldn't mind thanking the lecturer personally.
“Thank me when you graduate;” his tone echoed inside of her ears.
Angie smiled as she felt her blush rise.
“I will;” she said before she picked up her pen and began to write notes.
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