Today started before I was ready for it. 8:30 AM and my alarm didn’t care that I wanted five more minutes. Organic Chemistry was first — the course everyone calls the semester’s punch bag. I called a friend on the way to school. He’s got terrible network at home, so he always moves outside to call back. He was just getting up while I was already walking fast, trying not to be late.
I was late anyway. Not by time, but by seats. The hall was full. My two friends had asked me to save spots in front. I couldn’t. We stood, then squeezed in where we could. The lecturer taught fast. Reaction mechanisms, electron pushing, terms that evaporate from your head if you blink. I know I’ll have to read those notes tonight or they’ll turn to ghosts.
Second lecture was Technical Drawing. That one broke me. The speaker died during Chemistry, so now we had 1000+ students in a hall, one man talking, and nobody hearing him. It was loud, hot, and frustrating. We collected our last assignments too. I saw 60/100 written on mine. Not terrible, considering I missed half the instructions last time because of the same speaker problem.
Today he came up with a suggestion and said our class governors will explain the new task on WhatsApp later. Something about text writing first, then we move to dimensions once we all buy sketch pads. After that, we’re supposed to do a rough print of the class hall.
I’m not drawing tonight. My head is pounding and my eyes feel heavy. Phone’s weak too. Just wanted to log that I showed up, even if my brain didn’t. Some days, that’s the whole victory.
If you’ve sat in a lecture hall straining to hear over the noise of your own tired thoughts, you understand. Goodnight, Hivers. I’m done.