Ugh. The last thing I want to do today is sleep in the Security and Conflict Studies whilst the lecturer is bitching on and on about the security of states or whatever it is he talks about. I really don’t understand Mr Du Plessis, the lecturer. He seems to be speaking Greek every time I go to class.

I always leave that class wondering why I even bothered to attend in the first place. I mean the class has a way of making me feel stupid. I don’t see why I should attend the class, especially today.

Today is a crappy day enough. I’ve just submitted a twelve-page long assignment and the last thing I need is to depress myself even further.

I seriously don’t understand what the heck is going on in my life. It feels as if I’m chasing the hands of time; trying to get assignments done in time, studying for tests, submitting articles for the magazine and attending boring classes. On top of all that I’ve also missed some crucial class activities.

I don’t know why but most of my lecturers are boring this year. Or maybe it’s because I don’t understand them. For example, Ms Claansen, our English Literature lecturer, does a splendid job in convincing me that Shakespeare is as boring as I thought. I mean I found myself dozing in her 2 hour class on Monday, not once but twice.

These are the times when I wish Tee was here. She always had my back covered.

I really don’t know how long I can pretend that everything is under control. I mean everything is just a mess. But I will not torture myself today by attending the Security and Conflict Studies class. I deserve a break too. I’m taking a break from all the studying. I won’t push myself into becoming a zombie. No!

I just called Noxy. I’m taking her out for lunch.

ZZ xxx

Dish it: have you ever bunked a class? Did you regret it afterwards or do you still bunk?

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