Thursday the 13th of March, we start bright at about four o'clock in the morning when I finally arrived home after a long night of partying. My legs are tired and my feet are sore. I finally fell asleep at five. At about seven o'clock my best friend phoned, I could barely keep my eyes open while talking talking to her. My eyelids felt so heavy and all I could think about was going back to dreamland.

I finally woke up at eleven o'clock again, feeling much more refreshed. The next thing was to shower and start getting ready for my one o'clock class - which was Psychology. At quarter to one one I started walking to my class, as soon as I stepped outside of my building all I could feeling was the burning heat of the sun on my shoulder. I could feel myself getting hot and all I could think about was walking faster to get to my class where I knew there was air conditioning. Walking on campus is always such an amazing experience for me because I am a people watcher. It interests me to know how other people are reacting to each other. Their body language towards each other and so on. 

Sitting in my class I felt relaxed and happy but to be honest I don't know why because didn't actually have any idea what was happening in the class because I was to busy giggling with my friends instead of focusing. 

At about three my friend and I decided to go shopping for things we need for tonight's aksie but all I could think about was the rugby that the hostels were going to be playing tonight. I could feel myself get excited, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. 

And now as I sit here with my friend straightening my hair, the heat from the straightener heating the backside of my neck - I am wondering if everything I have written is what our  lecturer wanted from us.