writer's block and blurb

Hey guys-

Just dropping a bit of writer's block on ya'll. Feel free to comment if you like something, or if you feel it needs different wording. All criticisms are appreciated, as always! Thanks for reading!
--->Jessica

"She casually engaged in friendly conversation, all the while trying to hide the fact that she was nervous. She smiled, hoping no one would detect the discomfort she felt arising from her stomach. "Butterflies," she quietly said to herself, and almost immidiately, she noticed the atomosphere was different, substantually changed in some discreet way. The professor had walked in, carrying a large stack of papers, to which everyone knew those were the dreaded mid-terms. Feeling even more awkward and uncomfortable, Sarah slid down in her seat, as if it would make her disappear altogether."

"She sat in an endlessly silent classroom, studying what she knew to be on the mid-terms. As students started slowly filtering in, brushing off the clumps of rain that had collected on their jackets, Sarah tried to continue acting as if to be studying, but in truth, was pondering her busy life, and if this is the life she really wanted. Liz walked in the room and with a yawn and a smile she exclaimed, "Hey! So did you get that paper for Lit class finished?" Sarah had completely forgotten. How could she have forgotten something so important? As usual she acted calm and collected as quietly answered, " I have most of it written, I just need to finish the ending, it is sounding a bit rough." And as she said this, she excused herself from the now crowded classroom, and ran off towards the library, hoping to find a spare computer, in which she could finish what she had originally forgotten to accomplish."

"Sarah sat irresponsibly avoiding the class curriculum, doodling on a spare piece of paper, and wondering what poetry could possibly have to do with living in the real world. As whispers from the full classroom faintly pierced her eardrums, she continued to ignore the subject of conversation and turned her gaze to the window, where the tall, white wash bark trees were swaying back and forth in the wind. Suddenly, her attention was retrieved from that lost world she often visited, as she was asked to read the next poem. After finishing the stanza with grace and poise, she retreated back to her thoughts. She was lost in the discussion, as if she was trying to disiphyer a different language, like hyroglyphics. The professor's discontented stare further encouraged her lack of participation. Past disagreements with this particular professor over various thesis papers had left Sarah barely motivated enough to attend the class at all. He swore that if she did not partcipate in the class discussions, she would fall to a mortal world of darkness and a complete absence of knowledge. Sarah glanced at the clock, hoping time was almost up, but instead found time had slowly crept by, taunting the students, reminding them of what they were missing by coming to the class. Feeling as if this class had no real rationale, she contemplated the purpose of her attendance. "

"repetitive conflicts, for which nothing can resolve."
"a desparate attempt at sustaining a grade, but disappointed upon the classroom inactivity."
"seated at random, picked at will, humiliated on purpose, and targeted for the kill."

"Sarah wasn't happy, though she faked a bright smile. Her thoughts were flooded with worry, whether she had things to do or not, but more importantly, she thought about "him". No matter what she did , his name never left the back of her mind, adn it drove her nuts! She really meant to focus, but even with the professor breathing down her neck about assignments and mid-terms, she found that she only was anxious when she thought about James. Every second was a surprise with him, whether it was a call or a visit, or even him passing by her door on the way to play his guitar at a jam session. And as suddenly as she thought of him, she found herself a true challenge, she was going to win him..... and that was it, the game was on."

"Nothing would keep her from the thing she wanted most....HIM."

"As time went by, the wind picked up in short gusts, and her hair blew all about her face, accentuating her cheeks, and making her eyes seem that much more inticising. It defined her lips the most though, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss, a tender surprise for both of them."

" His clothes were sadly mismatched, and Sarah wondered if her professor's Wife had helped create the disaster which stood before her, pathetically trying to convince all his students that the consultation was normal for academically inclined apparel. If this was he his best attempt at impressing his students, he was morbidly wrong."

"Living in a shadow, she was an imitation of a growing celebrity and she felt a little more noticed wearing the more brightly multicolored hair, hoping that in a world of what was internationally gray, that she would in some way be accepted."