The Most Bored

"Where did you feel the most bored?  Write about it in an interesting way."

Oh gosh,  At college,  I guess the day in Advanced Accounting class, where it became so painful, I had to pack up my suitcase of textbooks and attempt to sneak out of the class unnoticed.  But the door was in the front, so the teacher looked over at me and said to the class,  "I knew that this lesson was bad, but I didn't know it was that bad."    And they laughed.   I was so relieved when I got out of the class.   I hadn't realized that it was mind numbing boredom that I was experiencing.  It just seemed like if I didn't get out of that class,  I would just crumple up and stop breathing. 

That sounds like a panic attack, doesn't it?  The last thing I would ever want to do was call attention to myself, by leaving a class early.  I would never, ever walk out on a teacher like that.  I loved learning.  I respected teachers.   It would be so insulting.  I remember discussing it with myself, and just being beyond caring.  I had to put distance between me, my ears and that droning voice, or I would change forever inside.  Or I would stand up and scream in class,  "Who in their right minds, care about foreign exchange rates and generally accepted accounting procedures.  WHO!?!." 

I had the wrong major.  I knew it the longer I stayed in it.  By the time I got to auditing, I was dead inside.  I was defeated.  My grades had started to slip.  Three years of college, I had a 4.0.  Racked up A after A after A after perfect scores on finals, another A. Then the upper level accounting classes hit me.  OMG. 

If I had only had the courage to quit and switch.   But I didn't.  I accepted my losses, got my degree, with honors, and never worked in the field.