I spent the first thirty minutes before writing this article thinking about all the possible ways I could stretch this article into the standard one thousand words. At this point in my life and the semester, I think it’s safe to say that this writer’s block is no longer a phase. I think it’s safe to say that this is just my way of life now. Constantly fighting to squeeze out articles like someone who has finished his Five Alive but still wants more from the carton.
Just in case you’re wondering what exactly the heck I’m talking about today, let me simply save you the trouble and just let you know that I am here to rant. Why? Why? Did you just ask me why??? Haha. It’s like you’re looking for trouble.
I’m ranting because I am tired. I am very tired. Over the last couple of weeks, I have been bombarded with tests, assignments, actual work and a number of other things.
Just this week, a lecturer walked into class and started teaching. As usual, he wasn’t making too much sense to me. I placed my head on the table and took a nap. Sadly, it was short lived. The wonderful girl seated next to me tapped me all of a sudden and I knew something was about to go down. After “regaining my consciousness”, I heard the lecturer instruct everyone in the class to write something in their notes.
After struggling to put together pieces from what I heard like two seconds after I woke up and three minutes before I fell asleep, I finally came up with something to write. Lowkey, I was feeling good about myself. I had written almost nothing compared to some other people but at least I was able to make sense. Then, the lecturer told us to tear out that page and submit it.
Gbam! Instant stress. My BP rose so high that if someone had pricked me with a needle, the blood coming out would have enough pressure to push him/her backwards.
If you’re confused about that last sentence, there is this thing called exaggeration that writers sometimes use to pass a message. You should look it up.
After submitting the script sha, I accepted my fate. It’s okay nau. I’ll be fine. Two days after, I had a test and the day before the test, this same week, I just wanted to get some sleep. I was tired. As such, I went back to my hostel off campus. I decided to do a couple of things that needed to be done first. Afterwards, around 4pm, I crashed on my bed and decided to take a two hour nap after which I would start a sequence of activities in preparation for my test. Barely thirty minutes into my sleep, I heard the sound of someone playing football upstairs.
I woke up and tried to go back to sleep but the sound kept on coming and coming. Whose idea was it to play an indoor game outside? Ehn? Who thought “hey, the people who invented this game are pretty stupid. Why play it on a standard pitch under the golden glow of the sun when you could play it inside your room, break a couple of things and disturb everyone else?”
That’s how I got no sleep and then possibly flunked the test the next day. (I’m not sure. The result isn’t out yet.) After walking out of the test, I saw a bunch of people clustered around the department’s notice board and then found out that exam timetable was out already.
For the next twenty four hours or so, I was in denial but then another lecturer came in the middle of the day and announced a test I was completely unprepared for. In that moment, I thought about all the times people had asked me when I would start reading and my answer always came back as…
To be very honest, I don’t know why I am writing this article, it doesn’t exactly provide any value to you nor does it solve any of your problems but I am sure you can relate. School is a lot more stress than I envisaged when I first got in and ironically, I am less productive now than I was before I resumed the semester. A lot less as a matter of fact. I miss reading stuff I’m actually interested in. I miss all those talks with my dad. I miss my mum’s food and how she’d go out of her way to make sure I’m fine. Now, I have to deal with assignments, tests, exams and reporting news in parts of the school where I have to contemplate talking about the grass growing or a girl’s clothes getting wet in the rain. (Something that usually doesn’t happen – as I’ve been fervently telling myself so I can actually report and submit this.)
Maybe school is a scam. Maybe it really does not prepare us for the issues that we are going to face in the future. Or maybe you are just a lazy pair of buttocks. I bet you thought I was going to take your side.
Like I said, I don’t know why I’m writing this but what I do know is that after next week or so, I will be taking an “exam leave.” Y’all won’t be getting anymore articles from me again until sometime in the middle of June.
- Did you enjoy today’s article?
- How has school been going for you?
- Should I rant more often or was this just horrible?