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The man in the elevator was breathing so loudly. I take small, lethargic steps to the door. I slept for too long. The girl at the third desk turns around to stare at me as I walk by. Her hair falls in her face. I walk past a man with a red shirt to my left. He is working by himself. I passed by a table of three students. All of them had their TI-89s next to their books. One had a black hat on. I stared at him, but he didn't notice. The broken chair is still sitting in its sad position against the blank, south wall. I stare at it as I walk by. A green piece of paper from the posting board has fallen face-down to the floor. I step on it.
I'm sitting down now, waiting for the computer. They've been slow lately. I feel the same. I rest my chin on my fists and stare out the window. My vision distorts every time my heart beats. All I can see is the tops of buildings. It makes the city look dead, so I lean forward to see the street, but it's empty anyway. They won't come out until night, when they can find relief from the week. All of them are weak and I hate them. When I looked at the street, I could see a nice patch of grass that survived the snow. It is cold out, but I want to go sit on it, anyway.