Post by enigma on Jul 1, 2007 21:50:19 GMT -5
With a pencil twirling between his fingers, and his and grabbing his hair with frustration. What was that formula for drop factor in intravenous therapeutics? Oh man... he thought he was going to fail that test tomorrow. No doubt. All those numbers, and formulas, medicine and pharmaceuticals... Too much to handle for one night. And with that, a swift motion of his hand, the medical notation textbook closed and slid off the table of the library; A few people looked his way. He looked up a smiled behind closed eyes, waving his hand. "Sorry.." Bryan remarked as another voice from the corner echoed with impatience 'Shut up!'. Bryan frowned widely as he got up from his seat and hastily made his way to the door, hitting a couple of chairs, sending them screeching across the linoleum floor before he even reached the exit. Almost tripping over his shoes, he stumbled out the door and looked back at the pane-glass, viewing in on the angered faces looking back at him. All he could do was shrug it off.
*sigh*
The coffee stands lining the side of the street were so tempting, but his wallet may as well be filled with cobwebs and moths... He was broke. His job wasn't treating him too well with the paychecks. Five-hundred bucks every two weeks wasn't passing his car payments and insurance. Thoughts of debt and money ran through his head as he came to the crosswalk down the street from the Library. Softly tapping the button for the streetlight to change, he rests up against the light post. Swinging his leg to and fro waiting for that white 'WALK' symbol to appear. It was taking forever though.
So, what does he do? Bryan starts counting the cars that go by... This is what happens when boredom grips you.
*sigh*
The coffee stands lining the side of the street were so tempting, but his wallet may as well be filled with cobwebs and moths... He was broke. His job wasn't treating him too well with the paychecks. Five-hundred bucks every two weeks wasn't passing his car payments and insurance. Thoughts of debt and money ran through his head as he came to the crosswalk down the street from the Library. Softly tapping the button for the streetlight to change, he rests up against the light post. Swinging his leg to and fro waiting for that white 'WALK' symbol to appear. It was taking forever though.
So, what does he do? Bryan starts counting the cars that go by... This is what happens when boredom grips you.