MONDAYS

Whenever I go to bed on a Friday, I  feel nothing but excitement for the fact that the next day will be Saturday. However, I can't say the same thing about Sunday. As I go to bed on Sunday night, I keep telling myself every week in and out that tomorrow is a Monday and I have to keep calm about it as it is a normal day of the week like any other day of the week.

Fast forward to Monday morning, the alarm goes off and it feels like someone is hitting your skull with an axe. When you finally manage to get yourself together and look at your watch you realize you are screwed for the fact that you woke up half an hour late. You jump out of the bed and rush to the washroom only to find your roommate yelling out Adele songs. You then yell at your roommate telling him to shut up and let him know you are running late for school. Once he finally comes out of the wash room, you know you are already late and all you can do is smile.

After taking the shower as quickly as you could you run to your fridge to grab a bite only to see that you ran out off stuff to eat. All you do is curse yourself and then run out of the house with an empty stomach.

Now you make a run to the bus stop which is on the other side of the road and as you are now stuck at a cross walk, you see the bus zoom past you like the wind leaving you helpless.

You finally make your way to class half an hour late and awkwardly enter the class disrupting over 50 people listening to your instructor. The whole class goes quite as they stare at you walking in and looking for a place to seat.As you fumble around looking for a spot and finally take a sit at a very uncomfortable position probably squeezed between two people, you realize there is a better seat just a few meters away. For the sake of not disrupting the class again, you remain rooted to your spot for the whole lecture.

This pretty much describes my MONDAYS and I am yet to learn my lesson.

ME ON A MONDAY