You know those moments when you're feeling really sleepy but there's something you're supposed to be doing. For example, maybe you have a pot of food on the fire but you're laying on the bed and you're feeling awfully sleepy. You can't sleep because you know you'll only end up burning the house, but you can't stay awake either because you're sleepy. That is exactly how I've been feeling lately.
The Christmas is over, the celebration has ended and my supposed holiday is supposed to be over, but to my greatest disappointment, my school is on strike. I can't fully enjoy the days I'm at home because I should be reading and paying attention to my books cause once the strike is called off, we're going straight to exams with just a week to revise whatever we had Learned.
But my brain won't let me read because it knows I'm at home and I'm suppose to be relaxing. Home is supposed to be my number one comfort zone. I tried reading yesterday, and it ended with me watching a movie that just came out. Let's just say I haven't opened a book ever since. God help me with my exam o!
My neighbor's children have gone back to school with evidence of their time at home showing clearly on their now chubby cheeks. But mine keeps getting thinner after we had all shouted HAPPY NEW YEAR!
All evidence of my enjoyment at home is slowly fading away, because all I can think about is what I'll do once the strike is called off. I have a dozen of textbooks that's untouched and assignments that have not even seen my break light.
The new year has plans for me, and I also have plans for it as well, but the unexpected strike just keeps messing with my mental schedule. The things I had prepared myself to accomplish in this January while I'm in school, and all the course outline I wanted to cover have all been destroyed. I don't know how it works or others, but one thing about mine is that I CAN'T READ AT HOME.
Transitioning from enjoying Christmas chicken with a greedy smile on my groundnut oil stained lips, to not being able to eat my Christmas dashing in school is unbearable (I don use am buy data finish ðŸ˜ðŸ˜)
No one is wishing anyone a merry Christmas anymore but I still feel like I'm at home enjoying the holidays. And to make matters worse, even the weather has also joined in deceiving me. The Christmas harmattan in January is stronger than the one in December. I have started rubbing my grandmother's beautiful skincare secret lotion called kernel oil to make sure I don't look like stock fish.
My daily routine is non-existent because the only thing I do all day is to wash plate and watch film.
I know most students hate school, but I have never been so excited for school to resume jor. I'm tired of staying at home and I can't wait for the strike to end
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