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She twiddled her thumbs.

She toyed with her pencil, rolling it across the breadth and width of the desk. The professor pressed on in his lecture, momentarily distracted by someone tardy, but quickly back on track.

She toyed with her hair, running her fingers through it neurotically to get rid of non-existent tangles. Somewhere in the classroom someone listened to their iPod loud enough that everyone could hear, but no one dared to move or speak while the professor lectured.

She pretended to take notes, her pencil moving fast across the page in her notebook, but instead of the lines forming words they became pictures.

Somewhere a vent went on, blowing hot air into the already hot classroom, but no one was inclined to remove their jackets. Fashion demanded that they suffer for their good image.

She wiggled her foot. She couldn't quite make out the beat or lyrics of the too-loud music, but her mind latched on to it anyway, and it made her want to move.

She stared at the clock ticking away above the professors head. Still an eternity to go.

Description
She twiddled her thumbs.

She toyed with her pencil, rolling it across the breadth and width of the desk. The professor pressed on in his lecture, momentarily distracted by someone tardy, but quickly back on track.

She toyed with her hair, running her fingers through it neurotically to get rid of non-existent tangles. Somewhere in the classroom someone listened to their iPod loud enough that everyone could hear, but no one dared to move or speak while the professor lectured.

She pretended to take notes, her pencil moving fast across the page in her notebook, but instead of the lines forming words they became pictures.

Somewhere a vent went on, blowing hot air into the already hot classroom, but no one was inclined to remove their jackets. Fashion demanded that they suffer for their good image.

She wiggled her foot. She couldn't quite make out the beat or lyrics of the too-loud music, but her mind latched on to it anyway, and it made her want to move.

She stared at the clock ticking away above the professors head. Still an eternity to go.