This piece of writing aims to illustrate a day in my life, from the moment I wake up till up to my bedtime.

My mornings have been embroiled with fatigued wake ups than the spectator of a fresh wake up as I open my eyes; and this morning was no different. Whilst my ringing alarm only served as another torment to my fatigued body. After finally gathering the courage to get up I made my bed and ran the show water for a quick splash up. Unfortunately, leaving at a student accommodation leaves one with no privilege of hot water, especially in the mornings. Cruel, I know.

 I stand to say that choosing an everyday outfit is another tragic everyday ordeal that any girl has to face with, for which I am no different. Anyway, after finally picking my outfit, then followed my most favourite part of the day, opening the curtains, as my view rested on the site of tress, and nothing but openness. This was my everyday crowning scenery.

I then raced against time to make it early for class, which has been an everyday grapple. And as I brace myself for the day, my entire body endures it although, my face stages an untenable façade of bravado. Somehow through the changing phases of life I had managed to achieve an almost savourless outlook however yet, fixated on the current goal. My walk to campus was precisely that and all I could do was just to pass by people with unknown identities who held their own realities.

Eventually, I made it to campus and made my way to my first class. The lecturer was quite of a funky spirit and had the ability to make you guess what would be in store for you. I really admired this trait because it is almost as if you are left at the edge of your seat plus, he was quite handsome. Despite this, one of my struggle was over the fact that I never liked what I was studying, and most class lessons left me bored. Later class, I had manged to catch site of someone I wanted to talk with which, was really productive. I really thanked myself for having a conversation with her because she really helped me in my area of struggle. Then I made my way to the library. To finish an assignment, by the time I had to leave campus was when I had to prepare lunch.

Being a student also came with financial constrains and nothing grand was served for both lunch and supper time. Cannot complain. I continued with my assignment with casual mini breaks on the cell in-between. YouTube had turned to be my main source of a dopamine hit considering that I opted a life without social media just like the renowned gram. On the contrary side, owing to my spiritual commitments, my bible readings were something I could not skip before the end of day, and this was almost of a religious routine clustered with prayer. Although this would be done after I had prepared bed, worn my sleeping garments and moisturized my face and that was how I spent my day.