The teacher shook his head, and I was almost shouting at the two students sitting by the window, their heads hollow like bamboo. I tell myself, is the problem in me? I still feel like an hour at which I've only been completely exhausted. It doesn't bother me. The teacher resigned and confided in the office that this pair of students were simply sitting in class and doing only what they wanted.
Even now, I feel from an hour in which I have only been completely exhausted from listening.