its so dang sunny outside - but why am i here?

i was sitting in a desk with scribbles on it wondering were i was or why i was in there .the walls painted lightly with a majenta purple , there was a heavy smell of  chalk that botherd my eyes . the seat in which i was placed in was horridly uncomfortable , but what could i do ? i licked my lips tensely looking at the piece of paper that lay in front of me - i did not understand it at all  .more than half of me wanted to get up and leave - leaving everything behind ; but that would get me nowhere . so i sat there staring at the piece of paper , smelling the toxic fumes of chalk , in an uncomfortable chair . oh how  loath the thought of having to come hear again tomorrow and the next day , and the next day , and the next. its nasty , too disgustingly nasty ....