Hall Log

Sitting in the hallway awaiting class I heard…
Music is overflowing from headphones from the person sitting next to me. He tapped his foot on the floor to the beat. All the sudden the room goes from quiet to a stampede of footsteps (it seemed like most were flip flops and they made noise double time). The doors swung loudly open and then closed with a bang. I heard snippets of random conversations. People talked on their cell phones. A groan. Two people stop in front of me greet each other. A CD player drops on the floor, batteries sliding across the hall. “Oh no.” There is a professor in the classroom to my left, he is talking louder to compensate for the commotion of the hallway. The classroom door is then closed. In the distance, I hear the sound of the vending machine as a soda drops.