Being a Student

You wake up and it's a lovely morning, but your body

wants to go back into the peaceful slumber that you

were in. The mattress dips and rustles as you stretch

your limbs releasing a satisfied grunt. But then the

alarm goes off like a screeching cat and you wonder,

looking at it, why is it ringing at 8 am?

Oh no, your first class just started!

You rush off out of bed, storming hurriedly

towards your laptop, chilling in the corner of your room

as it charges. As soon as you click the join button to the

meeting, started by the teacher, you hear her calling

your name. Faster than the speed of light you click

open your mic and yell "HERE!".

A beat of silence passes and the teacher moves

on to call out another girl’s name, meaning you’re in the clear.

You sigh deeply and feel your body sag on the chair

like a sack of potatoes. Hmm... Take that back, maybe

potatoes have it better than you. But then your

laptop pings and a reminder creeps out from the

side of the screen, bold letters pile onto each other

forming the words ‘Report due’. A foreign sound of

whimpering comes out of your mouth as you force

your mind to get up and start working, which report

was it? Is it the Chemistry’s temperature measuring

simulator or was it the health class’s epipen

research? Either one, you haven’t even started on

either of them.

A gasp escapes from your lungs, not because you're

surprised by yourself or the amount of work that you

have pilling up but rather because you’re

disappointed. Wasn’t it just yesterday that you handed in

a presentation and now you have ten more things

pending, waiting for your attention? Didn’t all the

teachers say that they understand that these times are

difficult and they’ll try to make it easier it for you?

Now the morning doesn’t feel so lovely anymore, it's

bleak and dull. You realize the first thing you did

waking up was to sit in front of a screen, like it's a

normal occurrence. You get this strong urge to

crawl your way back into bed and bury yourself

under the heavy blanket, like a hug so warm and

comforting, taking your mind off of the things you ought

to be doing.

Your heart aches. You know which one’s the right

option, unfortunately the bad one seems much more

serene...