I sit in the middle of class.

I'm uncomfortable.

The temperature makes me feel like I'm in an icebox.

And my back feels as if thousands of little pins are being poked into it.

I exhale, then look around.

The faces show apathy and boredom.

I can't help but to wonder what the point of it all is.

Will I ever need to use any of this?

Is anyone here actually happy?

Why do we do such pointless things just so we can grow up and keep sitting at desks and turning in a bunch of papers on deadlines?

I look at the teacher.

He's typing away the computer.

Is he happy?

Under that tough-guy-teacher mask that he's wearing is there truly a happy man?

I lean back a bit in my chair to try and make myself a bit more comfortable.

It doesn't work.

I look back at my teacher and for a split second we make eye contact and I see it.

I see the eyes of a young man around my age who's just as unsure and confused as I am. A college aged man who's lost as he explores his campus for the first time.

And finally I see the eyes of a man who's decided, after all the searching and changing his mind, that teaching others is his true passion.

It was just a split second, but I saw it. 

I looked back down and thought "You know, maybe things aren't so bad...".