Yesterday, I went to a club/bar to dance
There were boys, no matter how studiously I avoided eye contact
They said words like exotic, beautiful, cute and pretty
Those words and their attempts to chat me up
Left me cold
I know that I am beautiful, cute and pretty; exotic washed clean from memory
The words mostly reminded me that there was no more space within
To fill with empty compliments from boys
I failed a paper today. It was one of those results you see coming a mile away.
This is my first academic failure and it worries me. Not because I failed but the time required to rewrite and resubmit. Between my full time job which exhausts my non-work hours and two other courses, I barely have the time to breathe these days.
As if I was not tired enough, I made a trip back home where it’s warm, sunny and social. Met my fantastic friends but the noise and exposure to so many people eroded the sense of calm and peace I have striven to cultivate over the past three years.
Everyday is packed with things to do and I just want to rest every now and then. The sad thing is I love each and everyone of my activities, except one course which I take purely for work and integration reasons.
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