Lost in Time
I bid goodbye to mom and let dad took me to school since I am still in the process of getting my license.
When we arrived at the university, I fiddled with my bag, just to kill time. On the off chance that I'll be allowed to decide, I would prefer not to go to my Philosophy class. It's tiring, tuning in to my professor jabber about how significant life is, the study of living, the various philosophers whom I don’t have any idea about and their contributions, and even how the world was molded by the ceaseless history.
“Mom won’t like it if you’ll be late,” Dad said. “But I concur, who loves Philosophy anyway.”
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