Lost Love Lust

I enter the classroom and find the smell to be foul and displeasing.
I am supposed to be educated and given knowledge in the confinement of these four walls right?
Yes, yes, I am here and listening as you make this lecture easy for any idiot to follow.
I am here as you open every door, and every other possible pathway.
Sure, don’t leave me a challenge, we’re not capable of that anymore now are we?
We must be fed everything, our hands can no longer hold the spoon.

The great majority of ingrates ask their questions and mettle in their gossip as I wait for the clock to turn even.
I tap my notebook with my pen and sigh impatiently.
It’s a good thing they give you a paper at the end of all this.
A paper which proves that you indeed wasted your time being fed useless information and doing meaningless tasks.
Like faultless sheep they all rise and exit the room, my stride is slow and impersonal, I prefer to go unnoticed.
A girl I recognize from a class smiles at me as I pass, I small back although to my life her contribution is infinitesimal.
On my way I am also met by a young man that seems to think we have an amicable enough relationship that he can accompany me the whole walk to my following class.
I find this unsettling but decide to be kind and participate in the conversation to some degree.
Yes, yes, your grandmother did this and you went fishing with Auntie Mary, so on and so forth.
In my right ear I can hear a faint version of Nirvana and decide to divert my attention towards that as he continues his petty discussion.

At one point he informs me that his class is in another direction and I fake an Oscar worthy smile as a goodbye.
I walk into the mundane classroom and secure a seat in the second row.
My contradictions should be heard adequately from this position.
Some nondescript sitting in front of me turns around and asks a couple commonplace questions that dry up any of my leftover enthusiasm for the class.
Two female blockheads reside behind me discussing their latest drunken experience.
My i-pod has run out of battery and this brings me to overall dismay.
I decide to calm myself by eavesdropping the conversation the two bimbos are having.
I listen carefully and attempt to decifer their actual statements, removing the numerous “likes” and “um’s” they have decided to use so intelligently.
One speaks about how she gave oral sex in a bathroom and the other does nothing but respond with “Like oh my god, girl.”
The confessions continue and after my ear has picked up enough I decide my seat is too close to the air vent anyway and move to another.
Far far away from the promiscuous damsels.
I wonder if they have ever read a decent book as I rustle through my paperwork to find my course description.
I decide that each will most likely end up living off their husbands salary and relying on their pink jumpsuits and diet pills to maintain a fair level of self esteem.
I’m not judgemental, just creative.

As the all knowing excuse of a professor opens his mouth, I remember I have forgotten to feed my fish and scribble a small footnote to myself on my agenda, this day could not go by any slower.