2. Write a few pages in which you obsess over something meaningless

 I find myself captivated by the constant ticking of the clock in my history class, especially during those long, monotone lectures. As the second hand glides gracefully around the face, it's almost like a metaphor for the never-ending course of time. The sound is oddly comforting though, a constant reminder that even in the most boring classes, time keeps moving forward. I often catch myself drifting into daydreams as I sync my thoughts with each tick, each second a tiny step towards the sweet release of the bell.