Peter

I reach for under my seat and touch the handle used to raise the height. It’s still broken. It’s must be the third or fourth time I reached for it. It moves loosely as if it would detach itself randomly. Gently I moved it about. The handle stiffened, it was in contact with something else. I give it another hesitant nudge and then let go.

The professor is already here, a girl walks in. She looks straight at me. I think my hair looks nice today, is she looking at that? She sits in the row in front a bit to the right, the worst position to be in for a lecture. I feel that she is looking back at me. I can at least tell she is looking in my direction from the corner of my eye.. as she takes off her jacket and puts it on the back rest of the seat. She had a new sweater on, that then came off too.

Seated, she turns about the pivot. Looking my way again, between the monitors. Are you looking at me? She is reconsidering her location. The girl picks up her stuff again and comes around. I move my seat in to let her squeeze past and she sat on the computer one away.

The professor at the front of the class outputs a recorded voice on his computer. On the screen I see an Adobe splash screen for some tutorial video perhaps. Is this graphics class that she is in? I get off from my chair., which bounces up.. relived for the time being. The girl is looking, is she disappointed? She was not expecting this move. I exit the classroom. Time for my class.