An hour in a class

I hurry to the class and reach a minute late. I have no interest whatsoever in the class, but I've taken it because its a requirement. A discussion on some obscure topic is going on. I quickly go at the end of the lecture room and grab a spot in the last row. I missed the India vs Sri Lanka match last night, so I open my laptop and log on to cricinfo.I start reading articles at cricinfo, finish all the new articles, check the time .. still half an hour to go, I pretend to look at the white board, its too bright cant look at it directly .. so i am back at my computer screen, alternating between orkut and gtalk, wishing somebody will scrap me or ping me. I write a couple of scraps but everybody seems busy. No reply. I check the time again... 20 minutes to go. I take a look around in the class, the girl beside me has her head down and is sleeping, another on my left has her head up and is sleeping. The chinese guy in the first row, just yawned. Thats bad, if you have to do that, you should be in the last row like me. Swearing on the poor guy, I scan the class again. One guy has his hand on his forehead, cursing the time he took this course.I see another one scribbling something on his notebook, I don't think it is anything even remotely connected to the subject. Not everybody looks uninterested though, there are two guys on either side of me. who are discussing something with the prof. I try to listen and understand whats going on. No use, they are using some weird words and terminologies I have never heard before. I check the time again, still 15 minutes to go. Holy Babe! Has time stopped moving? I curse everything. I've ran out of cricinfo articles to read, what am I going to do? It is then, when I hear the golden words,"Do you want me to continue or should I start the next topic in the next lecture?".
In a very low voice I say Yes, please stop. Others like me who are bored to death, shout a bit loudly. I thank them, and run out to get some fresh air as soon as I can.