lost after recall
the problem with blogging after recalling some recent incident is that you tend to ramble.
the usual racket of students pouring out of a class echoed throughout the room. some of them had already scampered away, hurrying to some other far away building, in hopes of making it in time. others stay lingered to fix their things or talked to the professor about their papers. few talked among themselves about the revisions needed for the said outline.
"...history? what are we gonna do with history?"
"history? what do you mean, history?"
the former looked again at the scribbled word, and smiled sheepishly. "ahh, it's library.."
"history!" in a disbelieving voice. followed by, in a modulated voice, "what the hell.."
"w-well, i was looking from an upside--" the other just jotted something down.
the former mumbled things about saying hell was impolite and inwardly thought about raging war if provoked.
*sweatdrops*
the usual racket of students pouring out of a class echoed throughout the room. some of them had already scampered away, hurrying to some other far away building, in hopes of making it in time. others stay lingered to fix their things or talked to the professor about their papers. few talked among themselves about the revisions needed for the said outline.
"...history? what are we gonna do with history?"
"history? what do you mean, history?"
the former looked again at the scribbled word, and smiled sheepishly. "ahh, it's library.."
"history!" in a disbelieving voice. followed by, in a modulated voice, "what the hell.."
"w-well, i was looking from an upside--" the other just jotted something down.
the former mumbled things about saying hell was impolite and inwardly thought about raging war if provoked.
*sweatdrops*