Third Floor of Medical Department, Lecture Halls, Student's POV:
"Lesson is over, see you later," said the professor, his voice a blend of weariness and relief.
He gathered his documents into a worn leather briefcase and, with a final glance at his students, strode out of the classroom. The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Immediately, the classroom erupted into chaos.
Conversations overlapped, laughter bounced off the walls, and students jostled their way into the corridors, a river of bodies and noise flowing aimlessly as they awaited the next class.
Thud.
"Hey, loser," sneered a student, flinging his notebook with a careless flick. It struck its target, a quiet boy hunched over his desk, lost in the pages of his book.
The notebook skidded across the surface, coming to rest atop his own. "Just do your job like always."