the bell rings. the mindframe switches. i'm out in the hall, on the way to my next class, worrying about my life outside, and getting caught up in an ebb and flow of wandering thought just as much as i am shifted by the tide of students around me.
push, shove. step, slide. slip between them, sneak past here, and i'm through the crowd. it becomes an art form after three years.
then i'm through the door and back in the hotseat, buckling in for next period.