Sitting in a chair with nothing to write, with nothing to say, with nothing to share. Perhaps this should be easy, perhaps this mind is overthinking all things. Whatever the case is, everything is blank.

As it becomes eerily quiet, you can listen in and hear the sound of time as every second ticks by.

The sporadic sound of keyboards as words are created can slowly make you go insane.

The sound of mouses clicking, and of people yawning. Every rustle against silence. All things contribute to this desolate atmosphere in which you’re here as a class, but yet you feel so alone.

The computer screen that gives you a headache even after you have adjusted the brightness. The unnecessary interruptions just to make sure everyone’s on task.

In a class where you can write about almost anything and everything, pointless things are written but are never released. Perhaps because all these things can catch up to you and can be held against you. Perhaps because the invisible audience seems to be too judgmental. Or maybe it’s because you know that no one reads this except the people that absolutely have to.

Whatever the case is, everyone here just wants to get through the year. Whether it’s releasing pointless things to get a grade, or writing about something you love, it’s all in attempt to meet these unrealistic expectations.

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