
…Click! Clack!
…Click! Clack!
Oh no… Another night class.
She’s here again…
With her heels. Those heels!
The sound drives me nuts. Each time I hear it, I hope it’s not her, but it is. She’s stalking me or maybe it’s just her heels. Maybe they want to drive me to insanity. The class turns to see who has the nerve to interrupt their lesson. The sounds echo in the empty corridor.
Click! Clack!
Why is the corridor of a university with about 20,000 students empty? Because she’s late. She is always late. At least 15 minutes late to every class. If she was early, the voices and the bustle will drown her incessant heels. Then maybe I would be able to follow my professor’s lecture;
“Y=AKᾱ Lᾱ ….” Click! Clack!
“F- max distribution….” Click! Clack!
Arrgh! I give up…..
She is ME. LOL… Yes Ij! I’m one of those girls with noisy shoes that always disrupts small single-entry classes. I try. I promise. I wear ‘flats’ (Well, with teeny heels) then I wear boots (high-heeled :D), but they all make noise. I don’t know what to do. I try to walk slowly…doesn’t help. I try to walk on my toes but risk looking foolish :S. I am not the victimizer. I am a victim, a victim of the “PLAGUE OF THE HEELS”. Help!
And I give up too.
P.S. This was just an over-exaggerated way of expressing that I need to find a silent-heel mechanism…lol…HELP








