Forever Waiting, and I am losing it

What unsettled me most was the sense that my time—and in many ways, my life—had been taken from me. These days, I find myself with little patience for people who seem careless with time.

I arrived half an hour early and waited quietly at the reception. Even after entering the classroom, another twenty minutes passed before anything began. The lecturer delayed the start, saying he didn’t want to repeat himself for latecomers. When the lesson finally started, it was interrupted within five minutes by a student asking what felt like unnecessary questions, followed by another who shifted the discussion toward personal matters. It's still his same old repeated questions about finding free music for his videos.

I looked at the few of us who were still waiting for him to start teaching.

I spoke up.

"An hour has passed, and today is the 4th lesson. I am so desperate and hungry to be taught something."

He got my hint, likely.

She laughed in mockery.

He smiled at me as he saw me rolling my eyes impatiently.

He felt me.

I made the effort to attend a three-hour class and was hoping for a focused session. However, a fair amount of time has been spent addressing repeated or off-track questions, which affects the pace of learning. With the class also ending on time due to transport constraints, it’s been harder to feel that the time was fully well spent.

Losing my patience only now seemed valid.

I hope I can really nail the lesson before my assessment.

F.

The devil doesn’t need to destroy you—he just needs to distract you.