A Beginning?

He slammed the textbook shut with a sound of disgust. Who cared how sodium got into and out of cells? Or why? Who cared about permeable and semi-permeable membranes? He rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. The desk lamp cast its glow over the cover of the physiology textbook which he should still be studying.

He stretched and yawned, then leaned forward to pick up the small lead figure he had so patiently painted some years ago. His icon: a wizard with upraised hands and a wicked sneer on his little face. “I’d rather get ready for the game Thursday night than be reading this crap,” he told the little figurine. He put it down and stood up, stretching once more. Maybe pizza and beer would make him feel better about hitting the books again. Maybe not. But it would be better to get out for a while than to sit here in his dorm room while his brain slid out his ear from trying to absorb too much information.

He put a light jacket on and strode out into the fall evening.