Today I feel bored, sitting here in my pharmacy class. I cannot pay attention, but I think the class I'll still pass. Time will come and go; this everyone knows, but right not it's moving oh so slow. The guy next to me would rather be playing a game of Battlefield 1942 or snuggling up next to his girlfriend, watching a movie or two; that will do. Maybe I'd be sitting back, reading an interesting tale, but I'm half-asleep, hearing about a book by Martindale. As I sit, hands cramping,...