Perhaps not what the title suggests, this isn't what you might view as a very serious problem, but here it is:

It's my senior year, and I signed up for this Spanish III class. I walk in, and by the end of the first period, I've absorbed the most negative vibe that I've witnessed in a class. Nobody wants to be there, inside of the bare white walls of this classroom. And, neither do I. Something just rubbed me the wrong way, and because it's the first day of the term, and I've already fulfilled my foreign language requirement, I'm switching this class for another. I discuss this with this girl who I've known for two and a half years. She and I used to study together all the time, and we are quite comfortable with each other and are what I would call good friends. I must mention this, because it must be relevant in someway: I am attracted to her, and she has a boyfriend of one year.

I discuss that I'm dropping the class and she laments with me about how for certain circumstances she cannot. She's stuck there for the next six months. When the class got out, she walked past me, looked at me, and said, in that kind of puppy-dog-eyed look and tone, where it looks all cute but she probably means it, "Sam, please don't leave."

And I was just thinking, if we were on a sinking ship, and I could leave, but she couldn't, would I opt out of going down with the ship and her? I would love to think that I would jump right back on that ship and let fate decide this while we almost certainly would drown (my version of the rats from Nineteen-Eighty-Four, my fear that could get me to betray anyone). This class is the ship, and will I jet away or go to certain misery everyday with the knowledge that I didn't leave her behind?

Please just, respond.