One of Those Classes

It was physics class, the Physics C. This week the lesson started to go deeper into the topic of light ― reflection, refraction and stuffs. My teacher is somewhat different, he teaches the lesson entirely by using hand outs. Good, since I don't have to spend a few extra thousands yen for another book. But bad, because no exercises aren't given.

Unlike previous weeks, this week's hand out was full of sentences filled with hand written kanjis. When the sentences started to show up, all I could think of was, "Okay, let's just leave this for later," "Let's do something else."

So I ended up wasting the rest of the lesson watching three people, and writing about them, and exaggerating what they did.

1

She wished that she had no need to hold a pencil and an empty piece of paper. All she wanted was to have enough reasons to keep her head up and eyes pointed toward the slide in front of the board. But it was not reciprocal. Her demand for reasons was paid with incoherent sentences from a man with graying hair, walking here and there by the slide.

Thus, she chose to stop. With head bending down, ears closed, she took the pencil and the paper, then began to write.

2

He was focused. He was, in all manner, different from the girl, except for one thing ― the pencil and paper, although that similarity was strictly limited to the fact that they both hold the same kind of thing, while the purpose was completely different. The girl held hers as a sign of lost. He held his because he had not gone down, he was in sync with the walking man.

3

He removed himself. He was there only because the schedule told him to do so. He sat there, behind the girl, holding a pencil and a bunch of papers, jotting down some other assignments.

He had papers and pencil, just like the other two, but one aspect made him unique. Unlike the other two, he had nothing to do with the man by the slide. He cared not a bit about the slide, or whether the man was giving him what he needed or not. None of these things mattered to him, he just carried on doing what he had started from before ― doing some other assignments.


*I should be studying calculus, not doing this.

Midnight's Ramble

It was two o’clock in the morning. Unlike previous days, the night was somewhat colder. He was already on his bed, ready to send the ships sailing to slumber, but just like most people of this age, he still had his phone shining a constant dim blue light on his face while he read just any lines he could find on the social media he was currently browsing.

Then a thought struck. He wanted to have something written. He abruptly dropped his phone on his bed, kicked away the blanket covering the lower part of his body, then went down from the loft.

He wanted to go straight to the computer, but he remembered that he had a few things left to do. Instead of pushing the square shaped button on the computer’s CPU, he got into the bathroom quickly, brushed his teeth then wudhu. He had missed his maghrib prayer, which normally should have been done about seven, eight hours ago. He was in Akihabara around that time, walking aimlessly with a friend, then with the same friend, passed the night with an equally aimless conversation at a Starbucks. And obviously, finding a proper place to pray in Akiba is not that simple. For that reason, he had to do the maghrib and isya together.

The prayers that followed his wudhu can’t be called proper. He shouldn’t really be having other thoughts in his mind during prayers, but he had. Lots of them, actually. Especially about things he wanted to write. He tried his best to cast those aside, but more random thoughts came fleeting by.

Once he’s done with the prayers, he was ready to have a start on whatever it was he wanted to write. Then suddenly he realized two things. First was that he didn’t have his glasses with him, so he took it from the loft. The second thing was that the story he wanted to write had actually been finished.