Neha clutched her bag which lay on her lap ,stopped her breath as her eyes were stuck at the open door towards the right end of the classroom. Through the row of windows leading to the door, one could see the quadrangle garden separating the next set of classrooms and set of happy student whose lecturers let them go early. Scrolling her eyes across the dead classroom, half asleep and rest with transfixed eyes at the clock above the projector nothing could be more divine then the sound of the bell. A sunny Saturday morning with cool breeze blowing, the first hours last ten seconds seemed the hardest . A rectangle classroom, with the projector on one breadth and a plane wall on other. With rows of window at a stretch on each length wall and from the forward view of projector, the door was present at the right corner. The window towards the left were covered with curtains for better view from projector, whereas curtain rod on the right was broken so the window remained uncovered. There were six rows along the length and five column along the breadth, each bench accommodating four. In full strength can hold 120 students, reached half its capacity in a class of 58 students and highlighted every action of each student. The first two rows remained empty in each column, followed by compact back to back seating in all five column for next set of 3 rows, leaving the last row empty. The psychology lecturer stood on the stage, which was at 20 feet distance from the first row. The stage is semicircle in shape and probably of 20 meter radius. Neha, is seating in the fourth column from left, second last row of classroom on the right most edge of the bench.The sleepy class made her more anxious to run out, and regain her freedom. As the second's needle on the clock started to go slower and slower, like an hour in each tick, every moment became heavier and heavier to breath and live. She noticed every bit of the lecturer who didn't seemed to stop, sweat on his forehead which he constantly wiped with his handkerchief. A blue color handkerchief, with stripped design of alternate light and dark blue lines complimented his outfit. He wore a plane matted dark blue shirt, light brown trousers, black belt and black formal shoes. He is in his mind-fifties but still has a sharp eyesight and no belly. He always started and ended the class on time, one teacher you could trust to leave as soon as the bell would ring. He walked on the stage as he explained. Though last two seconds were left, she noticed, though everyone seemed bored no one had grabbed their stuff to run out of class like she did, usually everyone does it but not today. Nevertheless, Neha ignored everyone and took a deep breath as the second's needle reached 12, the last tick followed by the melodious bell. Neha stood up at her place as she knew lecturer wouldn't object as the bell had rung. Something seemed wrong, lecturer ,each student in class and even her friends gave her a dead stare. That one second of halt and stare made her realize, it's double hour on Saturday's. Her heart broke, her breath stopped, tears filled her eyes as she sat on the seat and she couldn't avoid the wicked smile on the lecture's face. Now, not only does she have to bare another hour but also volunteer as class represent for phycology fest, most boring job and as no one happily volunteered, it was a custom that who iscaught not concentrating in class or showing peculiar attitude from normal during class, by default had to volunteer.
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