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Nov. 3rd, 2012 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hedgephonesIt was late December of the end of the decade, nearing in already on the illustrious 2010s, which allegedly meant the end of the world for at least the hundredth time predicted since the creation of the world itself. The new decade also meant the ending of preparatory school and the start of University, and then after that, likely the shove into the working world. The prior years had all been setting up for this time, and now was when they were supposed to shine.
At least, that's what the wrinkly old man in the front of the room was rambling on about as he drew something that looked strangely like a pie on the chalkboard. It wasn't a pie, probably, and instead some sort of symbol Neku hadn't bothered to learn for the class. And he was certain that symbol would likely show up again on a test in some complex equation that he simply stared at, jaw hanging, eyes wide, gasping for air because he was going to fail math.
But for now, he wrinkled his nose and continued doodling on his notebook, chin propped into his palm. The doodle looked eerily similar to the stout man with the bad toupee at the front of the class, except that this time, the man's toupee was comically hanging off the side of his head.
It was cold in here today - the teachers had been mentioning something about the heater beng busted - so it was all Neku could do but to draw to stay warm. It kept his mind going after all. It sounded reasonable.
Why was time dragging on so slowly? It was only two weeks before winter break and yet it seemed forever.
At least, that's what the wrinkly old man in the front of the room was rambling on about as he drew something that looked strangely like a pie on the chalkboard. It wasn't a pie, probably, and instead some sort of symbol Neku hadn't bothered to learn for the class. And he was certain that symbol would likely show up again on a test in some complex equation that he simply stared at, jaw hanging, eyes wide, gasping for air because he was going to fail math.
But for now, he wrinkled his nose and continued doodling on his notebook, chin propped into his palm. The doodle looked eerily similar to the stout man with the bad toupee at the front of the class, except that this time, the man's toupee was comically hanging off the side of his head.
It was cold in here today - the teachers had been mentioning something about the heater beng busted - so it was all Neku could do but to draw to stay warm. It kept his mind going after all. It sounded reasonable.
Why was time dragging on so slowly? It was only two weeks before winter break and yet it seemed forever.
