Chapter 43 Forty three

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

The remaining activities after the Interblock Lunch passed hazily with my head ticking and my patience wearing thin as the time rolled by. Seconds rolled, slowly, into Minutes, which in turn rolled even slower, into Hours. I sat in the audience, amongst my peers, as we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to speeches upon speeches, and teachings upon teachings from several Professors and Directors of some of the MBA programs.

I badly wished I could tune out every one and every thing around me- I even tried to do so by focusing solely on my breathing technique, but every time, just when I was starting to focus on nothing else but my intake and exhaust of breath, another round of thunderously loud applause or another eruption of loud reverberating laughter, always jolted me from my means of escape back to my inescapable reality.

At that point, I wanted to be anywhere but in that hall. I felt a wave of anxiety hit me, running through my veins and causing chills to