Silence.
Silence filled the room as all of us tried to follow our professor's lecture. I hate history so much. There's none of it that interests me.
I wandered my eyes inside the room and it seems we're all on the same boat.
I bit my lip to suppress my yawn. Even though, I hate this subject and I can't see reason why this should be teaches at all—still, I don't want to look rude.
The professor worked so hard for the lesson plan and I should be a little more appreciative to it.
I gulped and fought the drowsiness. I decided to focused on the lesson and wrote all the important notes just so I could ease the lethargic feeling.
Just as when I thought I was feeling more energized—I felt a heavy weight on my shoulder.
I turned my head to look at the hefty young chap beside me.
I sighed realizing who it was.
"Yoongi," I whispered to his ears.
I tried tapping his shoulder, just to wake him up—but to no avail.
"Damn this heavy monster," I muttered under my breath.
Irritated.