God created the human body to withstand certain exertions only, and till today, my body is probably on its way to the junkyard.
It’s been kawad, kawad and kawad these few days, with the approach of Sports Day and all, and I’ve resumed to my daily routine of spending almost twelve hours in school since orchestra practice last month. It doesn’t help that exams are inching nearer than ever and homework is piling up like I don’t know what. Every day I come home, shower, and fall asleep almost immediately. And that’s to saying that I didn’t even touch my homework. A teenager’s life these days… you’d think we were obsessive compulsive workaholics. We’re not. We’re worse than that.
I’ve about just had more than my body can bear at the field during kawad just now. But it doesn’t end there. There’s more tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that. And then another week passes by and I feel myself facing the dread of midyear exams and the fact that I’m so left behind. It’s one of the times when time seemed to speed up so very quickly for me I can’t even seem to catch my breath now and then.
If being fifteen and studying in Form Three means never ending torture like this, I don’t know how to continue living my life in peace. I don’t know how you do it, Sasha. This is worse than hell.