There is a Stall in the Middle of the Main Hallway

Before long, the pungent odour of Axe body spray reaches your nostrils and overwhelms you with its suffocating scent. If you’re lucky, the pleasant fragrance of freshly baked cinnamon rolls that emanates from the home economics classroom may be wafted your way.

As you wade through the sea of people, struggling to make it to your next class, you begin to feel exasperated by the slow walking, fast talking groups of junior students. It’s as if they don’t have to be anywhere in six minutes and are just going for a casual stroll down the lengthy hall. You are eager to escape from the congested hallway where you are constantly being jostled and bumped into. You control your pressing desire to push your way through the group of somewhat intimidating-looking boys that are acting like a road-block.

Your pulse quickens and your anxiety level sky rockets as you catch a glimpse of the menacing red digits on the rectangular clock that is suspended from the ceiling. You have to be in your next class in exactly one minute. You instinctively start to search for gaps between the people that are slowing you down. When you find one, you stealthily slink your way through it and walk as quickly as you can until you reach the next group of hallway-hogs. Then, you repeat the process until at last, the battle is over and you reach your final destination.

You successfully make it to your next class with just seconds to spare. You pull out your work, breathe a sigh of relief, and then realize that you are going to have to make this treacherous journey yet again.