The teacher isn't teaching as there are just 6 of us in class. The teacher yawns a big, tired-teacher yawn, not having the courtesy with which to cover her mouth as she does so.
I stare, she stares back and after a while looks towards a notebook that she was checking. Stifles another yawn mid-tick, not even bothering to read what the kid has written.
My friend stops singing, now looking around and getting bored, trying to see whom to talk to.
She knows she shouldn't disturb me, that she CAN'T disturb me while writing, even if I'm just describing whatever is happening around me as an exercise to hone my skills.
The nerdy boy starts talking to the teacher, trying to impress her, but all she does is yawn one more time.
A drop of sweat falls down my back as the bell goes off, indicating the end of that period.
We get up, wish the teacher, and at a dreadfully slow speed file out of class, going towards our next respective subject rooms.
- Ragini Zutshi Anand
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