The bell is about to ring. I can feel the energy in the room shifting. My notebook is open, and a few flashcards are scattered on the desk.
When the room gets restless
People are starting to pack up. I hear zippers and shuffling papers. I just look at one card, then another.It’s not about getting them all right. It’s more like a quiet conversation with myself. I see a term and wait for the meaning to surface.
The feeling of a connection
Sometimes it clicks right away. Other times, it’s just a faint echo. I let it sit there for a second.Glancing around, I see others doing the same. Some are staring at their phones, some are already talking. But a few are still looking down at their notes, just like me.
It’s okay to be unsure
Not every card has to be a victory. The ones I hesitate on are the ones I’ll remember better tomorrow.
A small, private practice
No one is keeping score. It’s just me and the material, for a couple of minutes. That feels like enough.I put the cards back in order. The class is officially over, but my brain feels a little more settled. It was a good use of those last few moments.
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