Ugh. School sucks! No, honestly, it does. I thought I had missed this place, but now that I’m here I realise that there’s actually nothing to miss about it. I should have been brave and asked dad to stay one more week in P.E.

But, oh well, I didn’t! Now, I’m here and that’s my reality, I guess. There’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing I do or say will change anything. I had a class at eight o’clock. Imagine! A class on a Monday morning at eight!

It’s funny though. I thought I was ready for this. I thought I had it all under control, hey! I mean, I even drew up my timetable ahead of time, which is something I never do, by the way! But I don’t think this semester is going to be as good as I had imagined.

I have three classes today. Advanced Journalism at eight. Only 11 students attended it. Ms Mbona says it is student like us, the dedicated ones, who pass at the end of the year. Some guy asked if she’d give us extra marks for it. Of course, she said no!

The class didn’t last for 20 minutes though.

Political Theory and Ideologies at 10 o’clock. I was really looking forward to this particular lecture. Dr. Williams, our politics lecturer this semester, has never taught me before, but I attended his book launch last year. But what greeted us at the lecture room was an A4 page letting us know that the lecturer won’t be available this week. Of course, I was disappointed. But, at least, that means on Wednesday I will only have two classes.

My next class (History) is at 14:00. So, I’m torn between staying on campus and waiting for that class or just go back to the flat? But going back to the flat is a bit tempting, trust me. I mean, why should I stay on campus and wait for a class that will only last for 20 minutes or be cancelled?

Fuck this… My mind is made up. Of course, I’m leaving!

ZZ xxx

Dish it: do you ever bunk classes?