Unlike all the fictious princesses I've read in fairytale books from a tender age, I look incredibly disheveled at the rude awakening of my 05:25 alarm. I have to set it this way since my brain always convinces itself that "we" have "5 more minutes" after my alarm has sounded.

The only routine that makes sense to me, since the time I was in boarding school, is: jolting out of my oven-warm-marshmallow-soft-single-sized bed like the infamous Usain Bolt, cranking all the windows in my room, completely ignoring what an inconvenience that act might serve to my sleepy roommate,  and lastly, forging my way through the hallway and into the bathroom to take care of my hygiene. 

With the sweetest smile, followed by a "goodmorning" from the young brunnete I can no longer imagine my days without, my roommate, she makes her way into the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. Her tenderness reminds me of the love a lioness showers her young cub. With my keys and student card in hand, I begrudgingly make my way to the shuttle, the first and most essential point of human contact I have with other people apart from her. As our kind driver makes his way to the place we all dread to be, he does his best to tell his scone-dry jokes and even goes as far as offering a few the aux to play lively music. 

With anticipation, clear as a deer caught in headlights, exuding from our lost gazes, our lecturers use that to their advantage to make our lives, seemingly, more difficult than it already is. "Submit! Assignments! Efundi! Quiz! Due date!" The only words they seem to recite more than a priest recites a revolutionary verse in the Bible. 

As the day rolls to an end, setting apart students that managed to follow consistently throughout every lecture and those who went into every lecture room wondering "what am I cooking tonight?" I am, of course, the later. As the sun brings its shift to a close, so do I with a brisk walk back to my new home and into my room. 

Again, I am met by the beautiful and heartwarming smile of my dear friend and roommate. As I, now, take the time to prepare our supper before we dive into the books that outline our answered prayers.