All around me are different noises. All the same volume, loud and growing more and more deafening as the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. The clock going TIC TIC TIC TIC, a restless sound counting down to the bell that would release me from this cold frigid room. I hear someone’s foot tapping the tile, a coping mechanism for their stress but anxiety inducing for me. I hear the scratch of about 100 pencils coupled with the ceaseless typing going CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK….There is the haunting buzz of the air conditioner and someone coughing as if their lungs are on fire. My mind is racing each thought passing through the forefront of my mind as if they are all in a race to be first. Each roar loud enough to wake the dead yet all this pandemonium might be the death of me.