Feelings of unrest

History class dragged on, yet Alice locked into in all her studently mannerisms knew she had to pay attention, study hard and excel. However throughout the lesson she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Thoughts of how sloppy the teacher's blouse was or how her hand-writing could be neater. She was consumed with ideas about better seating arrangements, more productive class schedules. It made her class awfully hard to concentrate. The rest of the identically dressed students merely smiled and took notes, content to learn. Soon the bell rung, and Alice walked out still unsure of what was wrong, but unable to get the nagging feeling out of her mind.