M.S Makgatho 

The piercing sound of the alarm clock disrubs my sleep , at 7;00 am abruptly pulling myself out of a slumber filled with dreams. Letting out a sigh I turn over to turn off the alarm feeling a reluctance to face the day. After rubbing my eyes and stretching I sit up. Glance out the window at the soft morning light seeping through the curtains.

Following a shower and a light breakfast I gather my study materials preparing for what lies. The morning kicks off with a lecture on Introduction to Psychology, a subject that never fails to captivate me. On my way to the lecture hall I bump into some classmates exchanging smiles and chatting briefly about assignments.

The lecture is getting more complicated as the professor digs into the complexities of development. I  diligently take notes jotting down details and making note of questions for research. Following the lecture is a break before my next class allowing time to grab a cup of coffee and catch up on readings for an upcoming literature class .

The literature class turns into an animated discussion, on Shakespeares Hamlet with classmates discussing characters and themes.We share our thoughts and ideas enjoying the discussions and friendships we're forming. As the class draws to a close, the professor assigns us an essay.

After classes end for the day, I head to the library for an upcoming Psychology quizz. The quiet atmosphere and smell of books surround me creating a cocoon of concentration. Hours pass by unnoticed as I'm busy with my notes.

As evening falls I pack my stuff and head back to my place, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction from a day well spent. Dinner is a simple affair of noodles, after I'm done eating I jump on the bed as I drift off to sleep.