activity 2
The alarm clock blared like a train whistle, rousing me from my slumber. I jumped out of bed, cursing myself for hitting snooze one too many times. I quickly threw on some clothes after l bathed and ran out the door, barely remembering to grab my backpack. As I rushed down the street, the smell of freshly baked pie from the bakery next door wafted through the air, making my stomach growl. But I didn't have time to stop for breakfast, so I continued on my way to campus. As I entered the lecture hall, the professor was already halfway through her presentation. I tried to pay attention, but my stomach was still growling, and the smell of the pie was still fresh in my mind. Just as I was about to doze off, the professor called on me to answer a question. I scrambled to find my notes, but they were a mess, and I could only mumble out a vague answer. The professor gave me a look of disappointment, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment ,I spent the rest of the lecture trying to focus on the material, but my mind kept wandering back to the smell of that pie. After class, I hurried back to my room, famished and desperate for a bite to eat. As I opened the door, the sweet aroma of the pie hit me like a wave. I rushed over to the kitchen, grabbed a slice, and took a big bite. The flaky crust and the warm, gooey filling were a welcome relief after my stressful morning. I sat down at my desk and finally felt at peace .
as l go back to campus to meet with a group of girls l was assigned to meet up with for a group assignment I get to know the girls as we work on the project. They also share some funny stories and jokes. The girls seem to enjoy having the me as part of their group, and l feel like lm fitting in. As we are all talking and laughing, the girls' different scents start to mix together creating a pleasant sweet smell.
Then my day ends ,l get at res study them my eyelids feel heavy
As if a rock was placed on them indicating time to sleep. I enter
My bed as it welcomes me soft like marshmallows.