I looked down at my phone; 10 past 12… she’s running late. I can’t see anyone else in the room but I know they’re here somewhere, just as unenthusiastic and impatient as I am, watching the sun outside the window thinking of all the other things they could be doing.

I fiddle with my phone some more, stand up to stretch my legs and reluctant plonk myself back down again.

They should have had this set up ages ago!

I’m not allowed to be late!

I might just leave… I know I can’t though, I can’t miss any more sessions…

I here a sound, hopefully look up, but not… the screen says I’m still in the waiting room.

I hate online learning…