This is not a poem

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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Author: Saatoe

A Ghanaian expat trying to adult in Europe. I write to work through the ramblings of my mind. Many references to therapy, work etc. Joy is spontaneity, love, laughter, plants and laughter.

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