Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt. Yep, you've guessed it right. That was four o'clock alarm waking me from my slumber. All I could remember is his mesmerizing, hazel green eyes , his prominent piercing gaze and sharp jawline. You could cut an apple with that jawline.What upset me was the fact that I was a fingertip away from getting my hands on veiny hands as he wa about to give me a handshake. 

I got ready for my lecture at 9:30 with a broken heart. It reminded me of that morning my puppy passed away, when I was in grade 8 and I had to go to school. I couldn't hold in the tears so I cried my eyes out and a senior RCL had to comfort me. Her hug was as warm as my mom's. 

As I'm seated in my SANL lecture I get a notification reminding me of my interview for the humanities subcommittee. I make my way to the library, where the interview was held after my lecture. As I enter the first floor, I'm overwhelmed by the loud laughs and small chats each group seated had. My heart is beating fast, it got was when one of the SAC members called me into the interview room. I literally felt seperated from everyone and everything that was taking place outside when I entered that isolated room filled with intense silence. I felt and seemed like an interrogation room or one of those meetings my parents used to have when I was misbehaving or failed at school. The panel of interviewers maintained their position of authority, especially the Chairperson, he didn't even smile, not even once. 

I felt powerless as I held no position in the room, considering the fact that I held his position in high school as the Deputy Chairperson of my school representative council of learners. 

 I felt better when I saw my name listed with the applicants that where also chosen, later on in the evening. Now, I'm a step closer to getting in their shoes and occupying their position. I had to sleep earlier that night because I had a lecture at 7:30.